Days of Desire
Authors: India T. Norfleet
Days of Desire
An Erotic Short Story Collection
By India T. Norfleet
Days of Desire Copyright©2014 by: India T. Norfleet-Lewis
Published by: India T. Norfleet-Lewis
Roseville Michigan, USA 48066
Days of Desire, copyright © 2014 by India T. Norfleet-Lewis. This book is published under the copyright laws of the United States. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission from India T. Norfleet-Lewis except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. For more information contact India T. Norfleet-Lewis P.O. Box 261, Roseville Michigan 48066.
All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author and all incidents are pure invention.
ISBN: 978-0-9915211-0-4
Printed in the United States of America
First Edition
Dedication
To everyone who enjoys succumbing to their days of desire, wha
tever they may be...
Acknowledgements
Oh my god, I am just too ecstatic right now…my second book! To be able to accomplish my dreams and never give up no matter what roadblocks came my way is truly a dream come true. There were so many times that I questioned if continuing to pursue my dream of writing was even the right thing to do. But then our good Lord always sends someone to snap us out of these clouds of doubt and tell us to get back to work - LOL. So, I came to my senses and didn’t stop writing until what I set out to accomplish was complete and shinning like a new penny. I am forever grateful to those who stood by me and continue to remain by my side, for those who cared enough to encourage me in ways they may not even be aware of.
To my husband, the love of my life, my heart and number one fan, De’Francis Lewis. I love you more than life itself. Thank you so much for believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself. Mommy, Norvis Whitfield, I love you so much; I don’t know where I would be without your love. Thank you for loving me so much and always believing in every dream I’ve ever had. To my daddy and stepmom, Karl and Cricket Norfleet, the look of pride in your eyes whenever you tell me how proud of me you are is priceless. I love both of you so much. Tieste Flynn, I couldn’t ask for a better sister and friend than you.
To my mother-in-law and father-in-law, as well as sisters-in-laws, Elvira and Andre Lewis, Argentina Abney, and Deliccia Anderson, you all are so good to me and have always had my back no matter the situation. I love you all with every beat of my heart. Heather Carter, I couldn’t ask for a better publicist and friend. Ever since I’ve become your client, you’ve had nothing but my best interest at heart. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Cora Hawkins, the world’s best photographer and my sister from another mother, I love you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
To Brittani Williams my awesome graphics designer, thank you so much for the amazing job that you done with my cover. And to my editor Cassandra Williams, thank you for the great job you did in editing my first collection of stories. To my Detroit Author Alliance family, you all came into my life right on time, inspiring, encouraging, and teaching all at the same time. What I’ve found with you guys is a place to belong, an anchor of support through the good and difficult times, and most importantly a home. King Benjamin, Lakelia Bird Deloach, Danielle Marcus, and Kenya Rivers, I am tremendously grateful to have you all in my life. DAA 4 life - LOL.
To the rest of my awesome support system: Tamesha Deason (my sister/cousin), Tilyne Storey (my #1), Shayna Phillips, Shakyra Chaneyfield, Aiesha Landfair, Shanta Lunn, Sherita Smith, Delorian Ross, Delonda Rushing, Natasha Decker, Tara Jackson-Clark, Jennifer Finley, De’Sean Mays, Karlsterling Norfleet,Thomas Hill, William Gladney, and Juan Whitfield, I just want to say thank you for believing in me and providing the umbrella I needed to tread through the rain!
Last but certainly not least, to my MotorCity Casino family: Deanna King (my awesome makeup artist), Yolanda Sims, Ceretta Shaw (my lifesaver), Tiffany Haley, Tiffany Ogletree (my sweetie pie, The Cheesecake Queen), Brittney Edison, Sharree Rompf, Shantina Robinson, Rushaunee Dickson, Briana Cooks, Ryshanda Henderson, James Stokes, Cindy Robinson, Melissa Johnson (my work mom), Michael Turner, Bliss Johnson, Krystle Carter, Ezekiel Joseph, Takeylia Byrd, Asia Logan, Whitley Ritter, Sharday Bently, Michael Azuri of SuperLast, Michael Bolda, Felicia Moss, Marie Wheeler, Tiffany Williams, Tara Washington, Tenisha McKinnie, Kim Scott, Mark Nutt(The coolest bartender and most awesome supporter ever.), Earline Liming, Adrinnine McKie, Adrinnine Martin, whether it was merely a hug, an encouraging word, a supportive shoulder, a random act of kindness that touched my heart, or simply being there whenever I needed you, thank you from the bottom of my heart! I really don’t know what I’d do without you guys.
If I’ve forgotten anyone, my sincerest apologies. Just know that I love you. If you shoot me an email, I certainly won’t forget to acknowledge you in my next book.
Peace and Blessings,
India
Today I asked my wife what she wanted to do tonight. She said she wanted to order in and have ourselves a
MOVIE NIGHT.
So I called her and told her I'd be home in an hour or two. She said she'd order us a pizza with her visa and also a
SHOWER FOR TWO.
When I arrived and pulled into the drive, I felt my pupils dilating in my eyes. She sent me a video message of her sliding her panties down around her thighs...looky, looky I could almost see
GINA'S COOKIES
.
My wife’s got the meanest nooky, she hardened my penis good grief. Incidentally, at work I’d been fiendin’ the whole day. T
onight, we just might role play, no clownin’ and I'm not talkin’ Cirque du Soleil. Maybe, I'll break out the baton and we can play
OFFICER AND A FREAK
and I’ll cuff her beneath the sheets and remind her that this is Zeke's. I’ll make her bust
A FIVE HUNDRED DOLLAR NUT
all night just like a
TEN YEAR CRUSH.
She'll be moanin’ through clenched teeth hush, scream, moan, scream, hush. When I walked in, the shower had it hot as a boiler room.
PEEPING EMILY
, our neighbor, watched from next door. We called this
THE VOYEUR ROOM.
Gina was like "Remember when your boss with the fake boobs caught us
BANGING IN THE BREAKROOM
?” Yeah. She joined us and I thought I'd regret it but it was the shit and that’s
ONE BIRTHDAY I'LL NEVER FORGET
. I believe that was the day you finally sprayed; your ocean let go...you became a
FIRST TIME SQUIRTER
, remember, I called it the
ROMAN SPECIAL
.
All day I’ve been assuming you wanted it passionately. Tonight, let’s call my boss over for a
REUNION
and exhibit the
CLASS OF THE FREAK.
She said babe do me a favor and hand my purse to me; she looked at the calendar on her phone and said
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY.
I’m thinkin’ I know I didn’t forget ‘cause if I did, I’ma need to plan for surgery. She said that threesome with your boss happened a year ago today, January 3.
After we made love in front of the fireplace, we just gazed at the fire. The Netflix special was India T. Norfleet-Lewis's
DAYS OF DESIRE
.
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Ezekiel Joseph
“Okay, hold on. I'm coming!” Morgan yelled when his doorbell rang for the fifth time in less than a minute. He wondered what in the hell was so damn urgent for someone to give his doo
rbell such a beating. Quickly, he turned off the medium-high heat that had just finished cooking his omelet and jogged from the kitchen to the front door.
“Yes, how may I help you?” Morgan asked pointedly. A puzzled expression marred his handsome, rugged features as he stuck his head around the partially opened door.
He tried not to stare at the woman standing on the other side of the door, who had a guarded yet friendly expression on her caramel-colored face. However, the uncanny beauty of her smooth skin, slightly slanted grey eyes, and succulent looking full lips wouldn't allow him to turn away. In addition, her dangerous curves, which bore a striking resemblance to an hourglass, was most definitely not helping the situation. In a word, the woman was gorgeous.
“Uh hello, I'm your new neighbor, Gina. I just moved in the house next door. I'm sorry to bother you, and this is going to sound very cliché, but would you happen to have some sugar I can borrow?” The centerfold inquired.
Good Lord, this man is one sexy piece of chocolate
!
“Uh yeah, wait here.” Morgan answered as he closed the door b
ehind him.
She may be sexy as hell, but she ain't coming in here. Not yet anyway. Not until I fill her out some more
.
I just might have to bend my no entertaining female neighbors policy and make an exception
. Morgan grinned.
He grabbed the brand new bag of Pioneer sugar from the cabinet that he'd just purchased from Kroger, walked back to the front door, and held the bag out to her.
“Oh no, this is too much! I only need a cup.”
“Naw, take the whole bag. It's cool.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Okay, well thank you very much. I promise I’ll bring you back a new bag tomorrow.” She smiled.
“Listen, don't worry about it.”
“But I wouldn’t feel right if I…”
“It’s fine, really.”
“Okay. Well, thanks again.”
“You're welcome.” Morgan said before closing the door on his retreating neighbor's back.
Then he high-tailed it over to his huge picture window, and peeked through the heavy, beige curtains just in time to see his new neighbor crossing his driveway and back over into her yard.
“Got damn, she has a beautiful ass; and she’s just as sexy up close as she is afar.” Morgan grinned as the natural-haired beauty finally faded from his sight.
He was on his way to work when she moved in a few months back, and had never said more than a courteous greeting in passing. Other than a small child who visited Gina from time-to-time, who happened to be an exact replica of her, no other company had been by since she moved in. He was especially interested in any male guests who darkened her doorstep, but so far so good. In order to dodge potentially messy situations, he made it a rule to never fraternize with neighbors and co-workers.
She didn’t say we; does that mean she lives alone? Guess there’s only one way to find out. Now what in the hell am I gonna go bo
rrow from her to get inside of her home
? Was the last thought on Morgan's mind before he adjusted his half-mast manhood, returned to the kitchen, plated his sausage and cheese omelet and black label bacon then poured some orange juice. Afterwards, he made his way to the basement to enjoy his breakfast and watch reruns of
The Jamie Foxx Show
.
Morgan didn't know when it happened or how long he'd been asleep. However, he was none too happy to be awakened from a detailed, hands-on dream with his new neighbor by the sound of a garbage truck making its rounds down his quiet, tree-lined street. Shaking off the fading image of his panting tongue zeroing in on the sweet scented nectar between Gina's thick thighs, Morgan la
nguidly made his way back upstairs to his kitchen. He washed his dishes and placed them in the dishwasher to dry before going to retrieve his trash can from the curb then beginning the task of mowing his lawn.
Two hours later, Morgan was stepping out of the shower. After dressing in a freshly laundered t-shirt and jeans, he was r
eturning to the basement when he heard the mailman deposit his mail. Detouring to the front door, Morgan grabbed his mail when he noticed only one of the four envelopes had been delivered to the correct address. The other three pieces of correspondence belonged to his sexy, new neighbor. Tapping the letters in the palm of his hand, he stood in the middle of his living room contemplating his next move. Swiftly, he snatched up his keys and walked out the door.
While crossing his front yard into Gina's, the heavenly aroma of peanut butter being baked wafted from what he assumed was co
ming from her open kitchen window made Morgan's mouth water. Instantly, the smell took him back to his childhood. His grandmother would have right out of the oven, freshly baked peanut butter cookies on a silver platter in the middle of the dinner table awaiting his arrival from school. Shaking off the fading memory, Morgan continued the short commute to the front of his neighbor’s house, rang the doorbell, and waited. A few minutes later, the door opened and a smiling Gina came into view. Encasing her toned thighs were short, cut off denim shorts. She was also attired in a Hanes, sleeveless tee. Her naturally curly hair was in a ponytail. Morgan didn’t know how much longer he'd be able to stand in front of her before evidence of his growing arousal began to show.
Damn, it wasn't a dream; she really is as beautiful and sexy as I remember
.
“Well hello again! To what do I owe the pleasure? Wait; please don't tell me you're here to confiscate your sugar. As it turns out, I needed more than I realized. But if you give me about twenty mi
nutes, I can run down to the corner store and…”
“Gina, Gina, calm down. I'm not here to ask for sugar. The mai
lman mistakenly dropped off some of your mail at my place. I just came over to return it.” He said as he held out the letters.
“Oh, okay. Thank you.”
“It’s no problem. Well, I better get back to…”
“Uh, would you mind if I bothered you for another favor? If you have a minute of course, I could use a taster.”
“Excuse me?” He wrinkled his brows.
“Come in; I'll show you.” Gina stepped back far enough to allow Morgan enough space to enter her home.
“O-Okay. Sure.”
While following Gina through her very modern but homey, dark brown and burnt orange front room, and down a long hallway, he couldn't help noticing how sexy her thighs looked as she nailed a perfect supermodel strut down a runway.
I’d love to feel all that thickness wrapped around my waist and that ass slam back against my…
“Here we are. Please excuse the mess.”
Various brands of peanut butter, a mixing bowl, egg shells, brown and regular sugar, honey, cinnamon, and other spices were spread about on one end of the kitchen island. Other than that, the stainless steel kitchen was spotless.
“I would hardly call your kitchen a mess but I am curious as to what you do with such a detailed cooking facility. If you don’t mind my asking, what’s your occupation? Are you a chef?”
“No, an elementary school teacher, Language Arts. I just love to cook.”
“Oh okay, well that explains this awesome kitchen.”
“Thank you. Usually, men don't say kitchens are awesome.”
“So what is it that you do…I'm sorry, what is your name?”
“Morgan, Morgan Crain.”
“It’s very nice to meet you Morgan. I’m Gina Chambers.”
“Likewise Gina!”
“Now, what is it that you do?”
“I’m a furniture designer. I grew up in the kitchen though. Thanks to my grandmother, I can cook pretty well.”
“Really? I man who can cook and design furniture. There must be one lucky lady out there somewhere, having a man who can throw down in the kitchen.”
“No; no lucky lady. Guess I'm just one unlucky guy.” He joked.
“Nonsense. You look pretty darn lucky to me.” She flirted.
At that moment, their eyes locked. Morgan wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him when Gina licked a trace of honey from her index finger then winked at him.
“Um, against my will, I was assigned to bake peanut butter cookies for my niece's school bake sale tomorrow by my evil, younger si
ster. For some reason, I can't get the taste to my liking. Plus, I burned my tongue early this morning from a spicy, veggie omelet for breakfast and spicy nachos with my matinee movie a few hours ago. Therefore, I was wondering if perhaps you could taste test my next three batches for me.”
“Sure, I'd be happy to.”
“Great! Thank you so much! Pull out one of the bar stools from under the counter and get comfortable.”
Morgan did as he was instructed while trying to keep hi
mself from fantasizing about her full lips wrapped around him in a repetitive up and down motion. Instantly, his dick began expanding.”
“This first tray of cookies are plain peanut butter, sugar, eggs, and oats. This other one is cinnamon and brown sugar. And the one baking in the oven has honey added.” Gina informed him as she leaned over the island. Her plump, perky breasts which were res
ting snugly in her purple, lace bra seemed to be inviting Morgan to come over and play.
“…that's why I didn't add it to this batch.”
“I'm sorry, what was that?” He asked as he took the cookie that Gina held out to him and bit into the soft, still warm dessert.
“Oh nothing, I ramble when I'm nervous.”
“What do you think?” She asked with a hint of nervousness.
“Very good but extremely rich. Do you have any milk?” Morgan glided his tongue over his gums and pearly whites.
“Yes, I'm so sorry.” She laughed.
Grabbing a glass from the dish rack, Gina went to the fridge and poured him a tall, cold glass of milk.
“Thank you. How much peanut butter did you use? A cup and a half?”
“Maybe you should dial it down to one cup. They’re very good though.”
“Maybe I should. She laughed as she bit into one of the cookies from the same tray. I still want you to taste the others if I’m not keeping you?”
“No, not at all.”
“Good.”
Coming around the island, Gina pulled up a bar stool and sat close enough to Morgan that when she turned slightly, his jean clad thigh lightly brushed against her bare one.
“Your profession intrigues me Morgan. How does one become a designer of furniture?”
Also, how does one stop fantasizing about how good you must be with your hands and other parts of your amazing body
?
“Well, I’ve always loved to draw but I got into the whole desig
ning thing when my dad worked at Niles furniture warehouse. As a teenager, I had to go to work with him because I was somewhat of a problem child. Anyway, I would lock myself in the storage closet with my headphones and doodle on my sketchpad. One day, I just started sketching furniture. In six months, I had over sixty pads filled with nothing but one-of-a-kind furniture designs.”
“One night, I dropped one of my notepads in front of the storage closet on my way home. A buyer came in the next day and saw my drawings on his way from the bathroom and told his boss. The next week, the guy’s boss, who turned out to be the owner of a very popular furniture store among the wealthy in New York, flew me to Chicago and offered me the position of exclusive designer. And the rest is history.”
“So, you’re a jack of all trades and good with your hands. I would love to see these strong beautiful hands in action. How about showing me what else you can do with them.” Gina eased her hands into his, slowly massaging his thick, lightly calloused fingers.
“What else do you want to see me do with them?”
“How about how well you caress the soft petals of a rose?”
“Are you coming on to me Gina?” He queried, trying to resist every urge in his body to take this woman and do everything he’d ever dreamed of since he first laid eyes on her.
“Do you really need a clue? I thought I was pretty obvious; I couldn't be clearer if I sketched you a picture. Oh wait!” Gina took his hands and placed them on her now pebbled breasts. “I guess I can be more transparent…crystal even.”
“I just wanted to be sure before I began removing your clothes, bending you over, and slipping inside of you.” Morgan inhaled her scent and groaned.
Damn, I could really get addicted to this woman and the way she smells. I’m willing to bet she tastes amazing too
.
“How about I make that crystal clear as well?” Gina pulled her shirt over her head then slipped her shorts over her waist and down her hips until they hit the floor with a soft whooshing sound. Then Gina braced herself against the island, hopped up on the o
pposite side, and spread her legs.
“You don’t even have to bend me over now. Well, at least not yet anyway. All you have to do is pull it out, wrap it up, and slide it in.”