Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3 (40 page)

Eroticist
Giselle Renarde
is a proud Canadian, supporter of the arts, and activist for women’s and LGBT rights. For information on Giselle and her work, visit her website,
www.wix.com/gisellerenarde/erotica
, or her blog,
donutsdesires.blogspot.com
. Ms. Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

Thomas Slater
is a native of Detroit, Michigan. In 1997 he picked up a pen and scribbled for three months, producing his debut title,
Run with the Pack,
an urban crime thriller. Fed up with the lack of attention street literature was receiving at the time, Thomas switched genre in 2004. His debut novel under Strebor is
Show Stoppah.
He is the author of
No More Time-Outs
and
Take One for the Team.
Thomas Slater hopes to create a footprint by stepping off into the cement of literary greatness. Visit the author at
www.slaterboyfiction.com
, Twitter@thomasEslater, and
Facebook.com/thomaseslater
.

Tiffany L. Smith
is a longtime resident of Virginia Beach, Virginia. She began pursuing her dream of writing at the age of ten,
having penned several short stories and a collection of poetry. She has an associate’s degree in business and works as an executive assistant for municipal government. She volunteers her time to a number of nonprofit and civic organizations including A Thousand Shoes for a Thousand Smiles, the Conference of Minority Public Administrators (COMPA), and the National Forum for Black Public Administrators (NFBPA). However, her true passion is literary arts. She is a former Board Member of the Southeastern Virginia Arts Association (SEVAA), former chair of AFRAM Festival’s renowned Literary Café, founder of the SEVAA Literary Guild, and probably best known for her antics as co-host of one of the hottest literary hours on the Internet, “3 Chicks on Lit.” She touts herself as a literary “enthusiast.” Her greatest pride is passing on her passion for reading to her two beautiful daughters.

She currently is working on two novels, which she plans to complete in Fall 2012.

Tabitha Strong
has enough ideas knocking around her curly head to satisfy every whim of her personality. She began putting them on paper when the compulsion to express herself proved too strong to ignore. A writer of erotica and erotic romance, she pursues complex storylines where strong characters battle their flaws and embrace their vulnerabilities in order to find satisfaction, whatever it may be. A spoiled-rotten dog and her very own alpha male get to have her the rest of the time.

Pat Tucker
is the author of eight novels and a contributor to three anthologies. She is a radio news director in Houston, Texas, and co-host of the
Cover to Cover
show with
Essence
bestselling
author ReShonda Tate Billingsley. She is the author of three Zane Presents titles:
Daddy by Default, Football Widows,
and
Party Girl.

Alegra Verde
(pseudonym for Esperanza Cintrón) lives, writes, and teaches literature at a college in Detroit. Virgin Blacklace first published her erotic short stories “The Student” and “The Judge” in their anthologies
Misbehaviour
and
The Affair
in 2009. In 2010, “The Pub Owner’s Daughter” was featured in
Fairy Tale Lust,
and “Things I Used to Do” was published in
Too Much Boogie.
Her ebook series
Taking Her Boss
(April 2011) and
Tempting the New Guy
(December 2011) were published by Mira Spice.

Kweli Walker
is the author of
Walkin’ Pussy,
a collection of Afroerotic short stories. Her latest novel is
Fire Blue.
Her short stories have been included in
The Best American Erotica 2006; From the Streets to the Sheets;
a European erotic anthology,
Scharfe Stellen;
Long Beach Authors for Authors; Maxim Jakubowski’s
Illustrated Kama Sutra;
and most recently, Cole Riley’s
Making the Hookup.
She is currently completing
The Maker,
an Afroerotic thriller about love, lust, fetish, phobia, design, and espionage.

Zander
is the biological son of Zane. He is a trained mechanic and website designer and owns two businesses: an auto shop where he builds race cars and installs audio/visual on cars and boats; and a graphics design company. He is an avid sportsman and an adrenaline junkie who snowboards, surfs, hunts, races cars and motorcycles, golfs, skydives, and plays softball and ice hockey. He resides in the Baltimore, Maryland, area. His upcoming debut novel is titled
The Angle of the Dangle.

Zane
is the
New York Times
bestselling author and editor of dozens of titles; the publisher of Strebor Books, a division of Atria Books/Simon & Schuster; and the creator/scriptwriter/executive producer of “Zane’s Sex Chronicles” and “Zane’s The Jump Off” on the Cinemax network. She resides in the Washington, D.C., area.

Just a tease

“Doing Bris”

by R. W. Shannon

An excerpt from
Chocolate Flava 4

R. W. Shannon

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon. I had the place to myself, so I thought, why the hell not? The cool air flowed in from my open windows, but I was careful to close the blinds. I wiggled my hips to the smooth sounds of the radio as I stepped out of my teal shorts. My gray tank top was already on the floor. I walked around the living room of my Georgetown condo, squeezing the full globes of my tits as my pussy moistened. My boyfriend, Jason, had moved in over the weekend, and his boxes were everywhere. I maneuvered around them to gaze at my nude body in the hallway mirror.

My dark chocolate skin was covered with a fine layer of sweat from my jog around the park an hour ago. I fingered my deep brown nipples until they hardened. My breath hitched as I watched myself run my hands down my torso to curve around the shaved mound between my legs. My brown eyes sparkled with mischief. Turning, I looked at my full ass in the mirror. I smacked the taut muscle before bending over. I realized, too
late, that I couldn’t see my dark berry pussy from this angle and straightened up. Turning, I pointed at myself in the mirror.

“You’re so beautiful, Bris.”

I kissed my reflection in the mirror, winked, and then danced my way back into the living room and sat on the couch. Spreading my legs, I teased the soft nub of my clit. The muscle stiffened beneath my index finger. Moaning, I leaned back against the cushions and dipped my fingers down to explore my wet cave. I thrusted my finger inside, then stroked my supple wall before pulling it out and doing it again. A tingling sensation engulfed my pussy, but I wasn’t ready to cum yet.

Normally, just doing this much would’ve sent me into a fit of giggles before I passed out from embarrassment. When I touched myself, I normally did it under the cover of darkness, under the covers. This was all new to me. On my right was the thing that started this whole “me time”: my black leather cosmetic bag. I had stumbled upon it while I was making room for Jason’s things. It was my
emergency kit.
I hadn’t used it in the six months that we’d been together. I hadn’t needed to. I decided to take them for one final spin, before I got rid of them.

I pulled Pink Panther from the case. Panther was a slender, pink vibrator. The shaft was only five inches long. The tip curved up to perfectly caress my G-spot. I licked my lips as I twisted the base to activate the vibrate function. I held the smooth tip against my clit and squirmed as it massaged my bud, causing the sensation to cum to return again.

“Mercy …” I sighed.

Spreading my thighs further apart, I thrust Panther into my pussy. My scent filled the room as the tip caressed my G-spot. My body quivered, begging me to allow it to release.
Not yet, Bris,
I told myself. The shaft was slick with my essence, but
I wanted to wait and see how many orgasms I could coax out of my pussy before I let Panther, and his cousin Black Stallion, go. I took Panther out and held the wet tip to my clit. The need to cum simmered. I cupped my breast and flicked my tongue over my nipple. Closing my eyes, I allowed my head to fall back against the cushions. I shifted to hang my leg over the arm of the sofa, widening my legs.

“Oh … God … Jason,” I panted to my lover, who was still at work. “I want to cum so bad.”

“So, do it.”

I froze. Opening one eye at a time, I turned in the direction of the voice. Jason stood in the doorway, balancing my favorite lilies in one hand, Chinese takeout and his briefcase in the other. See, this was why I loved him. He was always thoughtful. Not to mention gorgeous. I got caught up gazing at his blue eyes, his thick black hair, and porcelain skin that I almost forgot that I was butt naked on the sofa, legs spread with a vibrator pressed to my clit.

“Hey … you. You’re home early.”

Removing Panther, I let my leg drop to the floor. I blushed as he stepped closer to me to plant a kiss on my forehead. Silently, he doubled back to close the door. He moved around the boxes to set the food and flowers on the kitchen counter. I watched him. The fabric of his black suit molded around his muscular physique. I licked my lips as I again become aroused.

We had met on the Metro—The Blue Line—as he was going home from his job as a tax accountant and I was leaving my job as a curator at the Smithsonian. We’d been eyeing each other, trading pleasantries for a year before he finally asked me out. We’d been together ever since.

“Yeah, I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Surprise,” I mumbled.

I picked up a loose leopard print pillow from the couch and held it in front of me. When he returned, he took the pillow from me and threw it across the room. After removing his jacket, he sat in the armchair, positioning it so that he could see me. All of me. I gulped. I’d never done anything like this in front of him. Our sex life was, how could I say this,
ka-bam!
He was everything that I’d ever wanted in a partner, and more. He’d asked, but I’d been shy about telling him about my fantasies. What I needed more or less. Maybe I could finally let go of this last hurdle and let him in.

“You don’t have to stop.”

“I know, but …”

“Bris. I’m serious. Keep going.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t know how I expected him to react when he walked in on me masturbating, but this wasn’t it. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his kneecaps. My pussy clenched. She was ready to go again. Reaching between my legs, I stroked her. She was still stiff. Each caress sent a tremor down my spine. I squirmed, trying so hard not to cum. Yet.

“Babe, I can’t see.”

I opened my legs for him. He grinned. I expected to feel weird doing this, but I didn’t. I discovered that I liked him watching me. As I stroked my clit, I caressed my left breast. My nipple tingled when the palm of my hand brushed against it. I traced a circle around the dark orb with my fingernail. I looked at him. He was unbuttoning his shirt. As his muscular chest came into view, an inch at a time, my breath caught in my throat. Oh. Damn.

“Are you wet?”

Nodding, I plunged my fingers deep into my pussy. Boy, was I wet. My essence sloshed out of my opening, dripped down the path of my skin to soak the cushions beneath me. Moaning, I bit my lip as the muscles clenched around my index and middle fingers. I pinched my rigid nipple between my fingers. My eyes slid closed. Man. This felt so good. I almost forgot he was sitting there, watching me. I could probably cum right now and …

“Taste it.”

I opened my eyes. “Huh?”

His shirt was all the way off and draped over the arm of the chair. “I think you should taste yourself.”

I gasped. I’d never … Oh … Fuck it… I removed my fingers and put them into my mouth. I was sweet with a little bit of tang. I licked my fingers clean before spreading my legs wide and pushing them as far inside me as I could. My core was moist and warm. The right temperature to cum. My thighs trembled as I traced the ridges deep in my core. My body relaxed as my pussy tensed up, ready to release the orgasm that had been building.

“Jason …”

“Yeah?”

“I …”

Before I could get the rest of the sentence out, my orgasm rushed out of me. I called his name as I came. I left my fingers in place until the tremors stopped, only because I couldn’t move. Sated, I closed my eyes. My stomach growled. There was a container of sweet and sour shrimp with my name on it. I also wanted to take a quick shower before I ate. At least, I thought that was the plan.

When I looked up, he had removed his pants and was walking toward me. Clad in only a pair of boxer briefs, he removed my
fingers and sucked my essence off them. My clit began to throb again. With my fingers still in his mouth, he sat beside me. My fingers slipped out of his mouth as he bent toward me and kissed me passionately.