Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Brooklyn, Pt. 2

Happy Hump Day!

I was told that yesterday's blog had a "take the joy out of you" effect on people, so today will be a hot and steamy hump day so that you all can be "happy" again. Cymando, this is for you :-) (happy face, smiley face, heart heart, smack!)

Brooklyn, Pt. 2

My Text: Are you still in NY? I’m on my way back.

I wanted to hear his voice, but I didn’t want to feel the sting of hearing him say he was on his way back to MD. Texting was the easiest way to take it, even though my need for him was nothing virtual…but real. I’ve been thinking about Michael Fitzgerald all day.


His Text: I’m still here, not sure what I’m going to do yet.

What do I say to get him to stay? After all, we both have to work tomorrow, and he has a long drive ahead of him.

My Text: I’ll be home by 10p. Please don’t go, wait for me…unless you’re too busy?

This time MF’s reply came much faster.

His Text: I’m never too busy for you.

That made me smile, but no plans were set. I got in the car and just prayed he’d come take care of me later.

Of course I hit major traffic on the way back. He’s not going to wait I say to myself. It’s probably a good thing if he leaves - I got my ass turned out last time and I don’t need this in my life. Good dick can do that to you, make you crazy. I’m not the crazy type…but I could see this being a problem. I even had a name for it… “King Hercules.”

I approach the Holland and sit there frustrated because I’ve been at the same light for 10 minutes now, not moving an inch. Where are all these people coming from? Where are they going? They probably got some good lovin’ waiting for them at home…and all I had was laundry to take in. Sucks.


It’s him. He’s calling me, which means he’s probably still here. My heart leaps from my chest so hard as I answer the phone that I almost choke on my words.

“Hey you.”

“When will you be home?”

“In about an hour or so, sitting in traffic.”

“I’ll be waiting for you when you get there.”

Suddenly, traffic was my worst enemy. “MOOOOVE!!” I have a sexy man waiting for me at home! Michael Fitzgerald…just saying his name made me wet.

I finally pull onto my street, surveying the area for a parking spot. I find one right in front of my building, a sign of good things to cum…cuz that NEVER happens. The universe must know I need my back cracked.

As I approach the front door, I don’t see you. No sign of you anywhere. I’m wondering if you changed your mind because you’re not here. I was looking forward to drinking in the sight of you in long, slow sips and tasting your mouth. There was a bit of fear in my anticipation, fueling my motivation to do the things that lovers do. I was anxious, excited and afraid, all at the same time…where are you?

I put my laundry bag down, plop my bag on the table and turn on the shower.


There you are.

I buzz you in without even asking who it is. It’s you…you’re here…the space where you should be. I hold my breath while I wait to hear the elevator door open. I open my door before you can even knock. Damn Brooklyn, thirsty much?

You enter and the small apartment can hardly contain the energy that has just walked in. The air is sucked from my lungs and my heart is racing. You slide up to me, put your hand on my ass, suck in my lips and my nipples rise to meet you as I inhale you. You smell like the beach.

“Nude beach again?” I say letting the air out of my lungs.

“Yes, I had to get my chocolate on for you. Like my tan?”

He looks like black platinum. Shiny, smooth, sun-kissed skin drenched in passion’s liquid heat. Your fine ass…oh how this man moves me.

Every word out of your mouth sounds like pre-orgasmic foreplay. You hear the shower running and ask if you can join me. You follow me to the bathroom as I adjust the water to make it perfect for you – not realizing you are undressing behind me. I turn to face you and I see your beautiful skin. It was a good day when God made you, good lawd!

Before I can fully take you in, you pull my top over my head – my arms up in the air like I surrender. Steam is filling the space around us as you finish undressing me, watching me, cupping my face, your hands bring my mouth to yours.

A passionate kiss that provokes a blush
When one attempts to tame the rush
Of two lovers locked in exotic bliss
Of a sweet, seductive kiss

We’re in the shower – water flows over glowing skin as natural as a river retuning home to the ocean. Now I’m open. I run soapy hands all over your hair and body - like we’re dancing, swimming in an aqua sea, our bodies mix. Now I’m imagining making love to you and it’s agonizing.

Completely saturated, we realize that the shower is a dangerous place to be completely naked…we'd never stop. So we get out, no lights - just two shadows dancing in moonlight reflected from candlelit walls. The bed finds us and I’m on top of you, like I’m sitting on a mountain trying to reach my peak. I feel the warmth of you inside me, the aroma we create is making me high. I’m there, but you take me higher – like the ebb and flow of a tide. I flood you, orgasms gently falling like the first snow of the season. I’m drenched, my legs collapse, we rotate, and there’s more love to share - so you take the lead. Soooo slow – you show me the true meaning of ecstasy.

The moon caresses two bodies melting into a chocolate glaze
My fantasy becomes reality under a starry haze
A scene so pornographic, you have me in a daze
Never knew you could please me in so many ways

I’m thinking to myself it doesn’t get any better than this. Before that thought becomes complete, you retreat and say, “Don’t move, stay right there, I’ll be right back.”

I ache for your weight, but that gives me a chance to steady my breathing and wait for the feeling to come back in my thighs. I think I’m out of "sex shape"…cuz my ankles don’t belong behind my head.

You return with a bowl of fruit. You surely worked up an appetite, so I can’t be mad at you. You put a piece of watermelon in your mouth, give me a seductive glance and then you slide down between my legs. What the…?

Oh my.

What. Is. This?

I feel cold watermelon on my…lips. I hear you sucking in its ecstatic flavor, blissful in and of itself. You feel the budding my nature’s grandest fruit and suck some more. Riches revealed, my treasure is no longer hidden and my fingers grasp the sheets tight. The cold of the fruit mixed with the emanating warmth of your mouth leaves my soft flesh enchanted, and me sighing in pure joy.

The melon is in your mouth now, but I can still feel you licking me…a mouthful to say the least. I feel the juices running down your chin, my fragrance is rising, my legs are quivering and you pull me in closer. You’re hungry for me now - no melon left in your mouth, just me…eating, sucking me as if I was bruised crushed fruit. My chest glows on the pillows like moonlight heaped with apricots, my ass rising to meet you like soft peaches and plums. You savor the pink flesh papaya as I spill glistening seeds onto a bed of fresh leaves. My life force rushes to you and I’m spent. You win…again.

I don’t even remember falling asleep. When did the moon surrender her place to the sun?

Morning is here, daybreak. We find each other again as I kiss your forehead and lick your ears – that's your spot.

“Keep it up and you’re gonna get f*cked.”

I love when you say that, so I lick your ears again as my tongue sends shivers from your neck to your back.

Your hands reach for me. Turning on your side, you pull me to you - mouths open greedily…breaths explode into breath…lips lace lips...tongues circle teeth. We suck each other.

We begin to reenact the night, memories in a mental play back – trying to recapture what we shared only a few hours ago while forging ahead recreating memories yet to come. So sweet and intoxicating, we indulge in vicarious pleasures all morning long – and I don’t even care that I’m late for work. I can’t get enough of you…our bodies mold into one form – flesh to flesh. I want you so close to me that your soul touches mine and I can’t tell my sweat from yours. Orgasmic sounds dance all around us. You feel me all over, warm, you wrap my arms and legs around you and again we make waves. As you release, I squeeze you. Sopping, you wet my lips again with kisses until your unhurried breath brings us to a slow slumber under morning skies. A soft, sexy whisper finds its way to my ear….

“Good morning Brooklyn.”



Anthony Otero said...

first bitches! Bronx part 1!!

Anonymous said...

Call me, 'King Hercules.'

-V- said...

Good stuff, you're giving me naughty thoughts.

Keep on it ...

Anonymous said...

Zane started out by writing short stories before her divorce for friends and pur entertainment. Stories got longer...and longer...and now the woman is paid out the yin many need to write that book Ms. Brooke.

Rameer The Circumstance said...


If I didn't have a girlfriend, I'd be texting Brooke-Ra RIGHT NOW to see what the response would be as I travel to NYC...lolz!

Yeah. You need to get that book in order.

Anonymous said...

Brooklyn O'Keefe is all I'm going to say!!!!!! :-)

Brooke said...


Rameer, you'd be checkin' for me? ;)

Brooklyn O'Keefe can be the main character's name :)

Is there room for another Zane? :)

LockSmiff said...

I like the BLACK PLATINUM reference.

Anonymous said...

No there isn't room for another Zane because everyone is "O"riginal, but you'd be Ms. Brooklyn! "An original to never be duplicated Ms. Brooklyn aka Brooke Ra bringing you the exclusives!"

Brooke said...


Y'all are funny :)

LockSmiff, I knew you'd like that ;)

Rameer The Circumstance said...

Would I be checkin' for you?


Do birds fly? Is water wet? Is Brett Favre an attention whore?


Brooke said...


Brett Favre is crazy :)

Well, I guess I'm gonna have to really flesh out Brooklyn's character and bring her to life :)

The Cable Guy said...


You are bullshittin'. With talent like yours, you should have had that book written YEARS ago! My horniness aside, that story was HOT.

Who the hell is Michael Fitzgerald though. That sounds like a made-up name, so I'm just gonna assume he's a figment of your imagination....along with "king fuckin' hercules!"

Joking aside, Brooke, you have talent. Finish that book THIS YEAR and I'll be the first one to buy it.

Jay said...

You'll be the SECOND one to buy it Cable Dude :)

Brooke, man listen...don't make me have to come find you. That story made me wann do some thangs!

Excellent writing...I can't wait to read the book! Loved it.

Anthony Otero said...

When Brooke writes her book..I wont have to buy it, I will write the forward...

Brooke said...

@Cable Guy,

Michael Fitzgerald is a character. You like his name? Sounds really sophisticated doesn't it? :) Thinking of names is the hardest part! LOL!

Thanks Jay!

Brooke said...

Ant, I'm going to take you up on that!

Stef said...

Brooke, this was HOT!!! If this is based off real life experiences, then WOO-WEEEE! Girl, you are LUCKY! I can't wait to read more stories about Brooklyn! Is she your alter ego?? :)

DMoe said...

Good grief B...

I'm in the office, and let's just say that was pretty hot.

This is incredible story-telling.


Brooke said...

Thanks DMoe!

Fury said he was going to write a blurb for me too, yes?? :)

Thanks for the feedback everyone!

Anonymous said...

Once the book drops you can even develop the "Exclusive Ms. Brooklyn Toy Collection" and Annamaria the passion party expert can host parties and sell products on your behalf.

I'm just saying...go big! I mean get what I'm saying.

Brooke said...

Good idea anonymous! I'd LOVE my own toy collection!

By the way, I'm hosting a pleasure party with Anna the pleasure party expert on Sept. 18th. Who's coming?!

The Fury said...

My phone has been acting up all day! It let me read about halfway through then teased me until I could get the whole thing. Yummy!!

Great story Brooke. You don't have to worry about Zane, you have your own Brook Lane. Sexy Sexy Sexy writing.

Michael Fitzgerald or not this seems based on a true story. Let me find out Brooke likes that back *Fat Joe voice* CRACKED!!

The Fury said...

@Brooke- you know I'd write a great blurb for your book! Am I invited to the pleasure party too?

Stef said...

Shit, who DOESN'T like their back cracked Fury???!!!

We might need Brooke to start coming back for TMI Tuesdays! Who knew!!!??

Brooke said...

You can come Fury, if you're willing to have your identity revealed! I bet it'd be PACKED if all the ladies knew Fury would be there :)

Stef said...

If Fury comes to your pleasure party, I will DEFINITELY be there!

Jaz said...

I'd be there! Fury seems so sexy, so him at a pleasure party would be HOT! we can "experiment" with HIM! LMAO!

Brooke, that story was AMAZING! I'm sure some of it was based off of personal experiences, with some creative license thrown in. HOT!

That book is probably already written in your head, just put pen to paper and get it done!

The Fury said...

@Stef - Some women front like they only want that Ralph Tresvant man with sensitivity!

@Brooke- nah I'm sure I'd scare them away. They'd be afraid, I'm gonna turn it into an orgy. I'm really a nice guy...really. Big dick scout's honor!

Mr. Nice Guy said...

Brooke, if I was your man, I'd be pissed as hell that all these men reading your blog are lusting after you now!

HOT SHIT though! :)

Stef said...

Fury is just so nassssy! LOL!

Anthony Otero said...

Stef is such a

Stef said...

Yes, I am Ant - don't forget it!

And Brooke is the freak, not me! Just read that story and you'll see who the REAL freak is! LMAO!

The Fury said...

@Jaz - thanks for the vote of sexiness. Now if I were at that party, you could experiment with me, but not on me. No toys in off the limit places on my body. Lol

@Stef - you like me extra nassy! I can tell

Brooke said...

why I gotta be a freak tho?


The Cable Guy said...

Brooke isn't a freak, just a sexy ass woman who knows how to tell a sexy ass story. The chick who gets her head stuck in headboards IS A FREAK! STEF!!! LMAO!

The Fury said...

@Brooke- that part with the fruit and the seeds and the leaves...oh my...i have to make sure not to inadvertetly plagarize that. That's a vision that will stick in my head for a moment.

Ughhh Ms. Brooklyn got me horny as hell right now.

@Stef - stop fronting and let that freak flag fly

Jay said...

I was gonna say the same thing Cable Dude :) LOL!

Stef, do YOU!

Brooke's stories are told in sexy but classy ways...not nasty or ho'ish. She may have an inner freak, but it's on some grown ass woman sexy ish!

Brooke said...


Brooklyn isn't my alter ego per se - there are some aspects of her that will be ALL me, but also some that could never be me. Some experiences are embellished, while others are made up completely - yet some will be true down to the detail. I have an active imagination, so there's no need to read more into the stories than what's simply written on the pages.

@Mr. Nice Guy - there's no need for ANY man to be upset with this or any othe story. It's just a story and I'm sharing it with you all to see if I have what it takes to take my writing further :)

Stef said...

I hate you Cable Guy :)

Stef said...

Well Brooke, alter ego or not, your shit is tight!

And if you don't have a man, then whoever gets mad can kick rocks with jesus sandals on! LOL!!

I wish I could write like that, I'd be PAID! Watch all the nikkas who come out the woodwork once you get published! Talking about "I was her inspiration!" LOL!

Courtney said...

I'm still laughing at "Bronx, Pt. 1" Latinegro is funny :)

Brooke, this was a great story, very well told and very sexy! If Michael Fitzgerald is real, then you need to put this dude on your payroll so you have limitless inspiration for several novels! Who would they cast as the lead in the movie versions of your books?? LOL!

Anonymous said...

I bet Brooke's "shit IS tight"

That's what SHE said. LOL!

I can't even concentrate now wondering if Brooke's shit is "tight". Damn.

Jaz said...

Can I come to the pleasure party Brooke? This story is making me feel all sexy and stuff ;)

Brooke said...

Of course you can come Jaz!!! The more the merrier...and I'm sure Annamaria would love that :)

Anonymous said...

Whoever this Michael Fitzgerald joker is is a lucky mothaf*cka.

Stef said...

What is Annamaria doing hosting pleasure parties anyway??? maybe SHE'S the freak! LOL!

I'm there!

Jaz said...

I think Fury should be cast in the movie version of this story :)

The Fury said...

I love that the new mom/soon to be wife Annamaria is teaching/learning at the pleasure party. That's sexy. Powerz has a great catch.

If I'm in the movie does that mean I get to do my own inspirational scene with Brooklyn? If so, I'm ready for my close-up!

Jaz said...


Would YOU be playing Brooklyn with Fury as your leading man? :-)

Brooke said...

I could...unless he'd prefer someone else? :)

The Cable Guy said...

This Michael Fitzgerald cat can't be real, cuz if he was, he'd be commenting all over this blog like "it's ME, it's ME!" LOL!

annamaria said...

Sorry I didn't get to comment til now. Its been a busy day!
Thanks for shouting out my new business Brooke. Website coming sooon!
Thank ya Fury! Mama's & Wives can be sexy & I'm out to prove that!
Stef I'm a passion party consultant. I'm doing it cuz I got a baby, a wedding coming up & bills! Lmao if selling u a vibrator helps to pay for all that HEY WHY NOT!!!! Lmao

Brookey ur truly talented. Write that book chick. Maybe I can help market it at my parties.

Brooke said...

Thanks Annamaria! Gotta look out for my gir - and get me a lil somethin at the next party ;-)

M Fitzgerald said...

I can't help it, Brooke(lyn). Just like when we first met in 1992 when you lived at 408 Winding Ridge, I told you I LOVE your smooth bronze skin. I'm glad my frat brother lived close by. It made it easy to cum visit you. LOL.

You're lucky I was a senior and Oswego State U was 45 minutes away. LOL. They were definately good times. I enjoyed it :)

Don't worry. My parents still live in Queens and Maryland is only 4 hours away. I'll be home this weekend to hit the N Beach, then hit the fruit stand. LOL!

Michael Fitzgerald W.

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