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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad:

    These Walls Can Talk

    By Najya Yasirah


    Chapter 31: The Ice Man Cometh


    When he awoke, she was not in his bed. There was note. No money, either. “Dammitt!” he muttered. He heard singing in his kitchen. He put on his boxers. “Howdy, neighbor,” she said smiling sweetly. She had gone home and changed into a turquoise Victoria’s Secret pushup bra and matching string bikinis. She had brushed her hair flat and put on a little makeup. Reyjah proudly wore the earrings that he had given her. He was still groggy, so he had to squinch his eyes. He watched her washing dishes.  Her calves seemed to split on two when she stepped on her tiptoes. Her glutes were high and she had a few striations showing. He walked up behind her and smacked her on the butt. “Whoa Nelly!” she shrieked. “And you call my clients loud,” he purred in her ear. She smelled like Eternity; that’s about how she lasted the night before. “At least my screams aren’t tone deaf,” she said. “I made us breakfast,” she added. He was kissing her on the shoulder. “What? You’re not it?” he joked. He was still horney even though they had fallen asleep at 5:00 in the morning. “Shush, you!” she said, turning around and kissing him on the nose. She handed him a plate.  He tried to block her. “Give me a kiss?” he said.  “You just woke up, Yuckmouth!” she joked, putting her hand over his mouth. “Ohhh,” he said. She laughed as she scurried to the TV. “Hurry up, before you miss the Snorks!” she commanded. Antoine shook his head. He went into his bathroom in search of Scope. He found it behind a smorgassboard of condoms.  When he was finished, he joined his beautiful, brown lover. She gave him his plate. “Your favorite,” she said. It was her special omelet once again. “Wait, kiss first,” he said. She gave him a sweet kiss on his bottom lip. “Thank you,” he said as he began his annihilation of the omelet. He watched her licking her fork, with her eyes directly in the TV. “Bell?” he asked. “Yeah?” “Why do you like cartoons so much?” She smiled. “With all the craziness going on in the real world, sometimes you just need a break.” He nodded. “There’s nothing good on TV anymore; all the sitcoms are the damn same. All about nothing.” He nodded again, still eating. “Just like life,” she shrugged. He laughed. “Your logic amazes me,” he said. “Amongst other things.” “Your still horney again, aren’t you?” she asked. Damn. “Call me Miss Cleo,” she said. She took their plates and went to the kitchen sink. She turned on the tap and added the Palmolive. He was getting lusty thoughts. A beautiful woman was in his kitchen washing dishes in skimpy underwear. Not going to let this opportunity pass. He went to his fridge and hit the ‘ice’ button. She wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing. “WHOA!!!!!” she felt something wet and cold against her back. “Relax, Bell,” he cooed. His lips pressed against her neck. He spun her around. “You’re a freak,” she said smiling. “And I’m going to turn you into one,” he promised. Ahh Sukey Sukey , now. He produced the curved shaped ice cubes. He traced her full lips with it, she wanted to lick it, but he pulled it away. “Not yet, Bell,” he scolded softly. “Be a good girl and just be still. He unsnapped the front of her bra and slid it off of her. He placed the ice against her throat, letting water drip down her body. He circled her breasts with it, and then her nipples. She let out a staggering breath. He blew against her newly wet nipples. OHKAY!!! The ice went down further. It stopped at the waistband of her panties. He quickly slid them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. “Don’t out your legs together,” he instructed against her neck. He began kissing her until he met her lips. With ice in hand, he gently massaged her labia. The cold sensations gave her body chills. His tongue was cold inside her warm mouth. He tortured her with the ice. He slowly pushed it inside her. “OooooH!” she moaned against his lips. Her body heat made the ice melt and gush down her thigh. Antoine’s warm body against her cold body was driving her neurons crazy. They didn’t know what message to send. His warm hands kneaded her breasts. His tongue assaulted her mouth. He lifted her up, so she was sitting on the counter. While still inside her mouth, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a condom. Damn, in the kitchen? Her hands raked through his dark, chin-length hair. Thanks to her, it didn’t feel like straw anymore. Antoine eased his boxers down. While caressing her buttocks, he impaled her. “Damn!” she said. Who let the dog out? He was as hard as Michaelangelo’s ‘David’. He massaged her insides, rotating his hips slowly.  He wanted her to feel what he felt. She was warm and soft. She rested her head against his neck as he drove into her. Her legs were locked at the ankles. She brought him closer. Damn, she was strong. Sweat was coating them both as they slid against each other. She began rotating her own hips. He loved her little hip swivel. Just like cornbread, there was nothing like it. He slid out for a moment and got down on his knees. He slid his tongue in and out. Her hips were bucking wildly. When his tongue swirled around her clitoris, that was it! High Note time!!” When she screamed, he quickly stood up and covered her mouth. When her breathing became normal, she collapsed against his chest. Her breath was warm against his skin. “Why did you cover my mouth, Ant?” she asked. “You would have broken my fish tank.”

    The shower was a different story. She was as loud as she pleased when Antoine had her backed against the tiles.  He met each moan with a maddening thrust. She had one leg wrapped around him, securely. It would have been a wet, uncontrollable mess if she had lost her balance. Antoine was glad that she was flexible. He kissed her deeply to distract her. Her mind was at one with the pleasure she was receiving. The shower was cool against their heated bodies. Their hair was drenched. When she screamed, he knew he had done his job. In fact, it sounded like a high note. When they were wrapped together in one, big fluffy towel, he said. “I didn’t know you could sing opera.” She laughed and gave him a kiss. “I love you, Bellissima,” he said slowly. “As your friend and as your future.”  She didn’t know what to say, so she kissed him instead.


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