My name is Cricket Lange and I'm in my late thirties. A while back I tried to market my newest erotic romance to a few dating groups as these sites tend to have more members than romantic readers sites have. In the process of pushing my book I attracted attention from a very fascinating young man [early twenties] who decided that wanted to pursue me as the potential mother to his child.
This is Part Two of our story.
I dispatched a brand new email to my young correspondent:
Good morning, Jake,
I imagine you're at work now too, and I won't hear from you until you get home or at least a decent break. My boss is not looking over my shoulder today so I can type a quick greeting.
I had a nice relaxing sleep last night. Well as relaxing as it could be with the dreams I had. As the sunlight streamed through my curtains this morning to wake me, I imagined that I had an even more arousing awakening. In that twilight state between just waking up and still dreaming, I envisioned that I was somewhere else, with someone else.
As I lay on a strange bed topless and nude, I noticed my panties had been wadded up and thrown to the floor. A nice set of warm lips was slowly nuzzling and sucking on my nipple while a handsome young man rolled partly over my naked body. His tongue carefully sloshed around my nipple and areola sending tiny warm tremors through my breast and from there zinging the nerves of my entire body. The sensations made me close my eyes and softly moan.
Suddenly a couple of careful, cautious fingers slid down my abdomen and tangled themselves in my pubic hair for an agonizing moment. I knew where those fingers were heading so I was torn momentarily about whether I should allow them to drop further down. But my mind wanted them to dip down more and examine the soft tissues of my pussy lips for just a second or two.
Two of his fingers probed in between the vital opening and I arched my hips and back, partially in surprise and partially to encourage him to press his fingers even deeper. I moaned something incoherent. Naturally the fingers didn't stop, they just slipped deeper inside as if they had an important mission. We stayed like that for several minutes. His fingers coming out covered in my juices and taking a minute to diddle at my clit just to torment me a tiny bit more.
"You feel awfully wet this morning," his quiet voice murmured.
"It's nothing to the wetness I felt last night," I replied in a whisper. "You must have dumped a full quart of raw sperm into my system by the time we were finished."
"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and this man wanted to do a little fathering."
I opened my eyes to look up into his satisfied face. "Mm-hmm...and what does that mean to his woman?"
"Somebody has to play the part of the mother, doesn't she?" Finally his soft voice added, "Hey! Would you like something else to take the place of these fingers before I get ready for work?"
I grinned and told him: "Yes, if you wouldn't mind."
"It would be my duty and my pleasure."
Oh yeah! And mine too.
Shoot! Back to work for me, Cricket
Cricket...
I actually have a couple of quick minutes myself. I think we should get together this week. We both know deep down we have work to do. Are you ready to get started? Have you been thinking about things quite a bit? Do you get wet thinking about giving yourself to me?
Jake
At the very bottom of his email he'd typed in his cellular number. Oh God! This is it. Now he's serious!
Dear Jake,
Whoa, slow down big boy. I went through our correspondence and I noted that you asked me from your opening salvo on Friday morning if I would ever consider having a black baby if the right man came along. Then you asked me if I would consider having another baby late in life, and then would I mind submitting to a younger man. And somewhere in that flurry of emails, you pointed out to me that you were the right younger black man--and that was that!
Jake, you continually turned on your charms to remind me that in spite of our age differences we had so much in common. I will be the first person to admit that you swept me right off my round heels, Jake, but you're moving awfully fast for me. My life is still filled with complications which won't just go away--even though I'd like to give myself to you and wholeheartedly allow myself to get pregnant again like you wish me to do. After all, it's only been since last Friday!
I only know a few things about you. I certainly know what you want--you've been crystal clear about your intentions and in informing me that we should move forward. However, I really don't know Jake Hancock, and well...I don't think you know me.
Sweetheart, I don't mean to be blunt, but I think the baby is everything to you and I'm just a convenient means to accomplishing it. Yet, I am totally taken with the idea of giving into your desires as well. I want this baby more than anything I've ever fantasized about in my life. Does that make sense? Of course, it doesn't. You want to meet soon, bless your heart and I believe we need to meet each other so we can learn more about each other. Nevertheless, we both know that when we finally meet, we'll take that giant leap physically--probably the same evening. Jake, who are you and how were you so certain that you could turn my head and turn my feelings around like that?
Jake, my ex-husband turned me off to a lot of men for the longest time. In my heart I know you are different from my ex; yet I fear you because you are an unknown quantity. As I said before, there are things I need to clear up emotionally before I take that step.
Because once I take that step toward you, sweetheart, you're stuck with me for a long time.
Give me a hug, Cricket
However, I sent Jake a mixed message in my email. You see, I appended my home and work phone numbers to the email. We'd both committed ourselves. As I sat in my cube typing away at my computer, I suddenly had an uninvited vision of a naked, muscular and black Jake Hancock poised above my body the same way my ex-husband used to be poised over me. As this vision of masculinity pulled his midsection back away from my pussy, I saw that his cock was soaked with the slick white translucent coating that was the mixture of his semen with my own intimate juices.
I hurried to ladies room, sat down in the stall, and slowly used the image of Jake engraved in my mind as fuel for my fingers to bring myself off. When I came back from the powder room, I discovered I had a new email.
Dear Cricket,
I understand, hun, and I want you to be sure of things before taking such a big step. I am a good guy, a guy that will bend over backwards to give you everything and anything that you have ever wanted. When the time is right it will happen. I know that deep down inside, you have burning desire to allow yourself to create life as I do. You are hesitant, but yet also know that the two of us are about to embark on something that is meant to be, you know this deep down, don't deny it. I'm sure deep down there is nothing you would want more than to go to work, to walk around everyday with my seed growing inside you.
The thought of filling you so much that our fluids run down your inner thighs, a pillow underneath you trying to keep as much of my life giving seed inside of you as possible, mmm...BTW, thanks for the phone number.
Dreaming of you, Jake Hancock
