I've been locked away in the lab like a mad scientist working on my new book. As promised, here's a random chapter from "Glass Goddesses, Concrete Walls" to give you a taste of what I've been up to.
In the meantime, while you wait for me to complete "Glass Goddesses,Concrete Walls," you can find other books by me here: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B0063K6JJC
(A random chapter from "Glass Goddesses, Concrete Walls" by Keith Kareem Williams)
I remember how her sandy, brown hair tickled my bare skin. At the moment, it was a wild mess. She always laid her head on my chest after we had sex. She said that she liked to listen to how my heart pounded right after we were done. With her ear pressed against me, she could hear the way my voice sounded different from the inside when I spoke.
"Why don’t you believe me when I say that I love you?" Chelsea asked before she planted a soft kiss on my chest, close to my armpit. She sighed and breathed deeply. She used to tell me how much she liked the way I smelled. I had nicknamed her the "T-shirt burglar" because every time she came over, I was sure to be missing one. She would take them home and wear the ones I'd worn whenever she missed me.
"Because if you loved me like you say you do, then your sexy friend in the shower wouldn't be here and all three of us wouldn't have done what we just did," I answered dryly. I tried not to sound too cruel but I also wasn't in the mood for Chelsea's to clinginess. In public, her ego would never allow her to seem clingy or obsessed with me. In front of everyone else, she radiated supreme confidence and gave off the vibe that I was the lucky to be with her which I happened to always find humorous. When we were alone, this is who she was.
"Oh please. That was nothing. You think I'm so blind that I don't know that you're with other women besides me? I don't like it but I know I'm not the only one," she answered and slapped me playfully on my bare chest.
"Well, I'm sure you know. It's not like I make it any big secret. Still, you've never actually watched me have sex with any of them. Like the old, wise people say, what eyes don't see, hearts don't grieve," I told her. I realized how cold that must have sounded but it was better this way. I've always been a horrible liar anyway. She sat up next to me.
"Uhm, in case you didn't notice, I just saw you fuck another woman right in front of me. Both of you gave me a few orgasms so I know I didn't dream it," she reminded me. I looked over at the thick, white steam that tumbled out of the half-open bathroom door where her pretty friend was still in the shower.
"That's my point. If you loved me you would've never brought another woman into the bedroom with us."
"You jealous of her? Wondering if I like women more?" she giggled.
"You should laugh because that's not it at all. That hadn't even crossed my mind."
"So what is it then?" she asked softly, close enough to my ear that I felt the tickle of her words as they left her lips. Before I could answer, she ran her wet tongue across the head of the dragon tattoo on my shoulder. Slowly, she licked the scales and followed the intricate, inked design of the mythological beast that wrapped around my entire arm. She tasted every part of its body until she kissed the tail which ended at my wrist.
"This feels like you started to think I was losing interest so you decided to spice things up." Even at that moment, as her mouth and nimble fingers touched me all over, I could tell that Chelsea was trying to subdue me with her sensuality. Most women sent sexy pictures or wore lingerie when they felt me drifting away from their beds. Chelsea had taken things to whole new level when she set up the circumstances for our threesome to take place. She always did whatever she could to outdo the other women I was involved with.
"You didn't like it?" she asked as she slid her hand under the sheet, groping me with a mischievous smile when she felt that I was still hard and sticky from sex.
"Of course I liked it but that's not the point."
"Your problem is you talk and think too much. What were we talking about again?" she asked sarcastically as she stuck her head under the sheets and kissed my thigh. I still remember how sweet her thin lips felt. They were the total opposite of the thick, juicy lips between her legs.
"You're just fascinated by the idea of me loving you back as much as you think you love me." As soon as I said that, all of the touching, kissing, licking and caressing stopped. She was probably right when she said I talked and thought too much. I've never been very good at going with the flow and letting things be when I had a lot on my mind or had an issue to address. I guess I didn't come with an on/off switch.
"You know, you're real ungrateful. Most men would have been in a state of satisfied bliss after doing what all three of us just did," she said. She was probably right. This wasn't the first opportunity I had to have a threesome but the other one hadn't worked out at all. In fact, it had turned out to be a real disaster. Everything had seemed to be in place for it to happen but, the fact that both women claimed that they weren't into women rained on that parade. One watched while I had sex with the other so it hadn't been a totally fruitless entanglement but it certainly wasn't what I had planned.
"Eh, I guess so," was my response and she definitely didn't like it. I shouldn't have answered like that but as usual, I could sense the unmistakable air of arrogance in the tone she had started to use with me. Things like that always did get under my skin. "Well, if that's your attitude, why did you bother doing it?"
"I guess I did it just to do it. It'll probably lead to more trouble than it was worth anyway."
"And how do you figure that?" she asked, sitting up and folding her arms across her bare breasts. I could tell she was upset by the way the muscles in her arms tensed.
"When you left the room to get us drinks, I couldn't find my phone. Your friend told me to give her my number so she could dial it for me. After it rang and I found it, I watched her store my number in her phone." Of course I didn't tell Chelsea that I only pretended that I didn't know where my phone was to set the whole thing up. I'd suspected that her friend was shady and she turned out to be. I always had a gift for sensing that type.
"You don't know that. Maybe she was checking her text messages…or her emails."
"Maybe, but I doubt it."
"Ugh, you're so arrogant. Who says she wants you like that?"
"Arrogance and confidence are cousins but don't ever mistake one for the other. Trust me, I can tell she likes me."
"Listen, it was just sex."
"It always is until somebody's heart gets caught up in it…until somebody's feelings get hurt," I told her deliberately. I could tell she caught my meaning by the way she glared at me.
"It's no big deal. Selena knows the rules. This was a one-time thing that I asked her to do for me as a favor," she insisted which offended me. It sounded too much like she believed she had tossed a dog, (the dog being me) a bone.
"You sure about that?"
"Yes, I am. And wipe that smug look off of your face too," she said as she playfully palmed my face with her hand. I've always hated people touching my face. I don't know why exactly but I've always found it annoying.
"I know something that you don't know," I said, knowing that it was probably better that I kept my mouth shut.
"And what's that?"
"When we were all enjoying each other's company, and I was giving it to you from behind, while your face was buried between her legs, I saw her take off one of her earrings and drop it under the bed. She was biting her bottom lip and looking right at me when she did it. Check under the bed right now if you don't believe me," I told her smugly. My ego weighed a ton at that moment and why shouldn't it? I just had sex with two gorgeous women with amazing bodies. Chelsea was pale as milk but her body was voluptuous and curvy. Her friend…no, our friend, Selena was the color of honey and just as sweet. Even as they took turns with me, and I took turns with them, it had been impossible not to feel like a king. Only rich men and celebrities found themselves in situations like that, especially with women as beautiful as they both were. I was just an independent author, still very far from famous, trying to make a name for myself, living in that moment like a rock star. Chelsea frowned as she reached under the bed and frowned when she found Selena's hoop earring, right where I said it would be.
"She probably took it off so it wouldn't get tangled in the sheets or snagged in her hair," she answered, sounding slightly less confident.
"Ok, but why wouldn't she take out both? Why take out one and leave the other?"
"I don't know."
"I'll tell you why. At some point tomorrow, she's going to call me to ask if she might have left it here. She'll pretend that that's all she wanted but if I entertain her with a little more conversation than I should, she won't stop me. Eventually, she'll want to meet up with me somewhere to get her earring back. One thing will lead to the next and I'll end up fucking your friend…again," I told her coldly.
"She WOULD and she plans to."
"She isn't even into men."
"Probably not but she's definitely into me. It's probably because you went running your mouth about how much you love me. She wants me because you want me. Some women are spiteful like that."
Chelsea kept quiet for a few moments, taking in everything I just told her. She looked hurt, confused and pink as her cheeks became flushed.
"Would you have sex with her behind my back if she asked you to?"
"Probably. I mean, I just did right in front of you so why not behind your back?"
"And what would happen if I found out about it?"
"Oh, your friend would apologize. She'd say that it was a mistake and tearfully tell you how sorry she was, over and over again. Of course, all of that would be a lie. Believe me when I tell you, these types of allegedly accidental entanglements are NEVER mistakes."
"You're evil. I don't even know why I love you."
"Like I told you before sweetness, you don't. You only think you do. If you did, it would have broken your little heart to watch me have sex with another woman," I told her, playfully poking her in the chest above her heart before I used the same finger to touch her stiff nipple.
"Stop it. You and all of your damn theories. You swear you know everything. You can't tell me how I'm supposed to love you."
"I'm not telling you how to love me. I'm telling you that you don't love me at all. Not really. You just like me a lot. And that's fine. I'm fine with that. I accept it and I can live with it," I told her and leaned closer to kiss her on the forehead. She was so much prettier to me when she was sad. I've always found tragic grace and beauty in the deeply melancholy moods of women. It made me wonder if I sometimes made them sad on purpose. She turned away from me so I planted a second kiss on her cheek.
"But I do though. I know I do. I've never met a man like you before."
"That may be true but it still doesn't mean you're in love with me. It'll pass and one day you'll wake up feeling like you had been dreaming," I told her, deliberately placing a third kiss on the nape of her neck.
"I like dreaming," she answered as she began to gently fondle her own breasts.
"Of course you do…and you want me to dream too right?" I asked, moving her hand away and replacing it with my mouth. My tongue circled her nipple and she loved it.
"Why not? What's wrong with dreaming?"
"Nothing," I answered as I started to kiss her stomach. It wasn't completely flat but I didn't like women with washboard abs anyway. It made them look too masculine. I had grown weary of the entire discussion and I sought a quick end to it. The only thing I wanted to do was put my hands all over her voluptuous, soft, willing body.
"So why can't we just dream together?" she asked, holding my head as I bit her thigh.
"Because you'd wake up before me," I answered and looked up at her. Chelsea held my face in her hands and looked directly into my eyes. There was something different about the way she touched my face that time that I didn't mind.
"And what does that mean?"
"I know what you want from me. It's the same thing every woman I know wants. You want me to be in love with you because you want to be loved," I said. This time she leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips before she spoke.
"And what's wrong with that?"
"You want me to give you something that I can't."
"And why can't you?"
"Because the truth is that you tell yourself that you love me because I won't give you what you want. If I ever did, I'd be finished. The challenge for you would be gone but I'd be hopelessly trapped in the dream long after you woke up," I answered calmly without even a hint of the passion I'd just used while kissing and touching her. It felt as if the last candle in a dark room had been blown out.
"What happened to you? Why are you like this? Do you even believe in love?"
"I actually do. I believe in it more than most and my definition of it is much deeper than what most could understood. That's why I know when it's not real."
"According to your definition of course?"
"Yes, according to my definition."
She took her hands away and looked away again. She pulled her wild, sandy brown hair out of her face and twisted it into a ponytail. When I tried to touch her hand she dragged it away from me and pulled the bed sheets up to her neck.
"Don't touch me."
"What the matter now? You know I don't lie."
"I'm sure you've loved other women. You've even told me so yourself so why not me?"
"It's not you."
"Are you serious right now? How could it not be me?"
"I've lived the same dream that you want me to live with you right now. It wasn't a good look when it ended. I swore I'd never get into all that again. There's nothing wrong with you if that's what you're thinking. It's my choice."
"So you're never going to care about me? Never going to love me? Is that what you choose?"
"I care about you now."
"No you don't."
"Of course I do. If I didn't, you wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be here. I don't talk about things like this with women I don't care about. As soon as you started asking questions I would have ended the conversation or changed the subject."
"Oh, is that so? Whatever!"
"Don't pout. You're prettier when you laugh, or smile, or moan."
"Whatever. There's absolutely nothing to smile about right now. What am I to you…really?"
"You're one of my pretty blackbirds."
"A blackbird? I'm as pale as milk. What's that supposed to mean?"
"It has nothing to do with your complexion silly. It has everything to do with the way you are with me," I started to explain. She let me touch her as she waited for the rest of my answer. She opened her legs just enough to let my fingers explore the wet space between her creamy thighs. Insatiable curiosity had always been her weakness. It would be her undoing one day as well as mine if I let it. Women like Chelsea never felt comfortable taking roots in one place. They craved adventure, only respected challenges and hungered for new things. I would only hurt myself trying to hold her so I didn't try to, no matter how much she seemed to want me to do just that.
"Tell me why I'm one of your blackbirds," she whispered.
"You sense how passionate I can be. You want what I gave those other women so you circle above my life…waiting. What you don't know is that loving them the way I did nearly killed me. Just like a blackbird, you circle…and you wait….and you wait some more for me to give in and fall. If I did, you'd perch on my body and feast on everything I had to give but even after your belly was full, I doubt it would be enough. After my heart, my soul and my bones were picked clean, you would just fly away but I'd still be dead."
"That is a very twisted and fucked up way to look at things. In that case, I don't want to be one of your blackbirds," she said, closing her legs and squeezing my hand, just a little.
"Maybe," I answered, pulling the sheet away to expose her naked body. She started to open her mouth, probably to burden me with the weight of more questions but when I parted her other lips with my fingers, she let out a lustful sigh instead.
"Well, if I'm one of your blackbirds, what part of you do I want to eat now?" she asked, grabbing me roughly between my legs as she licked her lips.
"All of my blackbirds want the same thing. You either want to claw away at my chest to eat away at whatever heart I have left or…you want to pluck out my eyes so that I can love you blindly without seeing you for who you really are," I answered. She smiled before she put her head between my legs.
"And what kind of blackbird am I?" she mumbled while I was in her mouth.
"Right now, you're the kind of blackbird that I'm about to fuck like it's your last day on Earth!"
"What's going on here?" Selena asked, fresh out the shower and wrapped in one of my bath towels. Chelsea stopped sucking and sat straight up. Her body language completely changed as soon as she realized that her friend was back n the bedroom with us.
"Waiting for you," I told Selena as I spread Chelsea's thighs to expose her juicy pink lips. She fought me a little but not much.
"I don't," Chelsea started to protest. People always glorify the amazing things about a threesome but they hardly ever speak of the negatives…like the jealousy that almost always plays its ugly part. One woman always wonders if you preferred the other to her. It always spoils the mood.
"Let's fuck her one more time," I whispered so only Chelsea could hear me.
"Just once," she whispered back to me. I knew that she was doing it for me this time and somehow, that turned me on even more.
Selena dropped her towel and climbed up on the bed. I put my hand on her damp, jet-black hair and guided her head between Chelsea's legs even though I was sure she knew the way.
In the meantime, while you wait for me to complete "Glass Goddesses,Concrete Walls," you can find other books by me here: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B0063K6JJC