Coffee and Cream

Darcelle's World

DARCELLE

He left trails of kisses that felt like rain after a drought, quenching my thirst for him. I clung to him like ivy, wrapping around him and refusing to let go as our bodies moved like two rivers converging, merging into one unstoppable force.

His tongue slid in and out of me with intent to break me. I let out a moan as I swayed my hips back and forth in rhythm to his slithering. He sucked on my clitoris and fingered me while I fondled my breasts hot breasts, the clamps piercing my nipples sent excruciating pain through my body. I shuddered and let out a soft whimper.

He smacked my ass, a resounding thwap deafed the room. My breath caught in my throat as I arched my back. His touch felt so good.

When he fucked me, it felt so good.

But...

I didn't love him and he didn't love me.

We belonged to different worlds. Me in my lonely corner, invisible, no one really gave a shit about me. Him—rich, popular, played for the school's football team and had a girlfriend he had been dating for a long time. From what I heard they'd been dating since high school but he and I don't talk about our personal lives.

I watched him put on his clothes as I lay naked on the bed. He looked up at me and smiled, "you look like you're hungry for another round." He said.

I smiled and got up closing the space between he and I so my sore tits were pressed against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, he deepened the kiss wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You know, I am." I replied him looking into his cold autumn eyes.

"I have to leave. I have a long day ahead. Plus you should get to class."

I watched him leave my little apartment through my window. He got into his Lamborghini Terzo Millennio and zoomed off.

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I was reading a book about life after death and wondering if the information in the book was facts or just beliefs. If there was anything that bothered me it was the death. I was obsessed with it, it was like I feared it and craved it at the same time.

I wanted to know more about it and understand it and understand the life after this one before I embraced it. My life was grey, the only moments I came alive were when I was getting fucked good, like really good. From things I've read, the most intriguing thing i came across was that death wasn't the opposite of life but a part of it.

Reincarnation? There are cultures who believe in that. As an African American, who grew up in the system, not knowing my parents or any family members because I was unclaimed. I wasn't sure what my culture was or if I had one.

I didn't know if this was my first life or if I was reborn. If I was reborn, then in my past life, did I live as horribly as this? Ill on luck and depressed or did I live better than this, maybe even as royalty and I'm just a fuck up ruining the thread? Perhaps, I wasn't even a person at all, perhaps I was an animal, maybe a bird. I always get this sensation where I want to spread my wings and fly. I could stare into the sky all day and lose myself in it.

It was probably why I picked being a pilot or at least an airline operator as a career. Plus, I would get to see the world and I'll be paid to do so. It was my perfect future, it was the way I planned to escape the harsh confines of my reality. There was nothing stopping me from getting that, so I worked hard in school, I ignored the noise, ignored people. Who would want to relate with me anyway? I was never adopted and when I got put in homes, I was always sent back, because I'm not exactly the type of joy they were looking for and then I just got too old to be picked.