From Adam (Pt. 1)

The city was dark. Daylight savings was taking more away from Kalif than expected. On the table, bills from the past two months pilled up, currently disguised as a coaster for the instant coffee prepared too late in the day to be considered morning joe. Outside, the rain fell on his storefront apartment, and though it was muggy, something inside him felt comforted. Days like this were rare. Late afternoons were mainly filled with coding; face plastered to the LED screen of his home system desktop, impressively built by hand. With nothing on the schedule for the day, he knew taking some solo time in the city would be the perfect thing to get his mind off all the chaos. He thought, maybe he'd pull up to the corner drive-in and request a movie.

As Kalif leaves his apartment he gets a text from a long-time friend. Calling them a friend was an understatement, but his stubbornness couldn't allow her to be anything else. Though he is shocked because they haven't spoken in so long, the "wyd" text screamed more was to be discovered and his curiosity longed to know what was to come. Instantly, his heart started to race with anticipation. He has plans that he wants to stick to- there's the stubbornness again. In the past, if they had nothing else there was always tension. She made him feel weak and strong at the same time. Instantly, he remembered all the things they had. Holidays where she worked the room, her smile brightening up the darkest corners. The mornings where the sun fell on her brown skin telling his dick there was another round left in him. Her pussy was always the morning elixir that he now subbed for Folgers Instant. That pick-me-up was always a part of the deal, and now he wondered what she was trying to get him to agree to after so long.

He replied "nothing much", regretfully. Knowing, the rest of his day was now hers- he liked it that way- regretfully. She had a way of commanding him that made him surrender. Kalif was the type of man that was there for everyone. Words like dependable and trustworthy were commonly used to describe him by friends and family. Although, she knew the truth. He had done things; to her, to people. He was still hurting people. Being there for people always had its' ugly side. He was more concerned with being called the good guy than actually being a good guy. She didn't want that anyway. She wanted to be tamed, managed- able to say she got the villain, rather than the hero. She was no victim. She was no angel, and their demons played well together.

Despite what responding to her ignited, Kalif could only think about his dick sliding effortlessly into her warm pussy. The type of break he could really use right now. All the comfort he currently felt in his storefront apartment, stolen and replaced with desire. He desired her like no other.

In modern society, sex is everywhere. The floating billboards outside of his apartment light up every night to remind people of the Robo-girls, mechanical pocket pussies, selling romance disguised as a possession. It's not like Kalif never desired companionship, of course, he did, he was human. He desired it in a way that battled with his opinions on possession and being possessed. His soul knew the throbbing inside his pants articulated what he could not say about wanting to be possessed, but that desire was for another day. After all, today he wanted the chase.

*****

As he approached her apartment, he could see the light of her bedroom. Her shadow was curvy, petite, but still, her body held a weight to it that may intimidate "those that were un-southern" as 3000 said. Those brown childbearing hips swayed on the offbeat like a current during a storm. He was encapsulated.

Kalif walked upstairs. Strangely, the door was unlocked. This was unexpected but, he assumed she was more than ready for him to make an entrance. There in the bedroom, she lay, looking directly at him, her pussy pulsated around her fingers, moistened by her cum. Her brown skin glistened in the candlelight. Her shadow bouncing off the wall mirrored the inhale and exhale of her body as she felt the pressure approaching before orgasm. Kalif stood in the doorway, gently caressing his dick, feeling it get harder and harder in anticipation of her embrace. She let out a soft moan and Kalif began to move towards her. As he crawled towards her silk-like skin, she blocked every advance he made. Kalif knew what this meant.

Confused on what move to make next, he sat there hovering above her, admiring every inch. Her beautiful eyes; painfully staring into his soul, her soft pink lips pinched between her gapped tooth smile, her deep brown areolas and succulent nipples perfect for biting. Kalif thought to himself, "that pussy wet as fuck."

"That pussy wet, ain't it, baby?" She exclaimed.

She was always in his head. Acknowledging things he didn't even know he wanted. Another one of her great power moves.

"Yes. It looks so good. Let me get a taste."

She paused, peering deeper into his eyes in search of intentions.

"Nah."

She took her hands from her pussy and they traveled upward between his lips. The way she teased him, the taste was as satisfying as a first meal. She was his meal. He watched her crawl to the head of her queen-sized mattress adjusting herself to her desired position to continue pleasing herself until climax. Kalif knew the urge was becoming too much. He spat into his right hand and gripped his dick, caressing it toward her. This got her attention-finally. They looked at each other while they pleased themselves, wanting to intervene, but also not. Their eyes told stories to each other, saying I don't need you, but I want you like no other. Kalif could feel his dick getting harder and harder preparing to cum all over her cleaned body.

"Come here." She whispered.

She opened her mouth and Kalif filled her up with his dick. She moaned gently as he thrust in and out of her throat. Her tongue circled the tip of his dick making his dick wetter and harder with every revolution. She continued to slide her fingers in and out and around her pussy as he fucked her throat. She swiftly moved her fingers to her clitoris, circling in a precise but rapid motion. She moaned again, this time much louder, but still muffled from her preoccupied mouth. "At least she could still breathe," Kalif thought. He pushed down harder, getting his dick as deep as it could go. Her eyes began to roll back as her clit throbbed more and more. She was about to cum and so was he. In an instant, Kalif pulled his dick out and came all over her face. She let out a loud "Fuck me daddy!" as Kalif stroked his dick to make sure she got every drop of cum. As he roughly shoved his dick inside her pussy, he felt it pulsating and squeezing out cum all over his dick.

She pushed him over onto his back and rode him, pushing his dick deeper and deeper inside her. Kalif could feel her walls suctioning around his dick. A fleshy tunnel that hugged his dick. She sat there calmly kegeling on his dick to suck out any cum that was left for her to have. Kalif knew he was ready for whatever she wanted next. At the last minute, she gets up and walks into the bathroom.

This swift action was very typical for her. She always became bored easily and moving on to something more exciting or more purposeful was nothing for her. Kalif laid in her bed confused and frustrated. He knew that she would do this. She never really wanted anything, but to use him. To please only her temporary urge. She only wanted to be reminded of how much control she still had over him.

She screams out from the shower.

"Kalif, what are your plans today?"

Kalif let out a subtle sigh, rolling his eyes because she knew his day was hers. Did she ask out of sarcasm or out of truly wanting to know?

"Nothing much, just getting work done. You?"

"There's this party I want to drop by tonight if you're willing to be my plus one." She said.

"Your other hoes couldn't give you any company?" Kalif chuckled, trying his best to keep his yes withheld as long as possible.

She said nothing, anticipating an answer to her question.

"Sure. I wouldn't mind. They gonna be social distancing?"

"Eh, it's not that kind of party, but they're giving instant prep at the door!"

"Well, yeah, that's cool. I don't mind tagging along."