He looked so intense sitting in the tub in front of me with his legs on the outside of mine. He looked as if lathering his hands with the bar of soap was his profession. The suds dripped down his forearms and plopped into the water as he placed the soap back into its holder.
“Come here baby,” he said to me while beckoning with his head for me to scoot closer between his legs. I grabbed my glass of wine again. This sip was so much better than the last. I was caught off guard by the his sudden cool slippery grasping of my breast. Oh my. Although his hands were large and strong, it barely felt like he was applying pressure. Then he sternly grabbed them and kneaded them with his palms.
Yeah! He definitely had to be a professional breast masseur. There was no other explanation for this guy squeezing my twins so good that it gave my asshole contractions. Mmm. I want to feel him there, too. Maybe with his finger, possibly with his dick, but definitely with his tongue.
He went from massaging both breasts to concentrating on my left one, the fuller and more sensitive of the two. “How does that feel baby?” His baritone voice bounced off of the bathroom walls in acoustical surround sound.
“Mmmmm, it feels so good baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I replied.
My pussy was now the Euphrates, the Tigris, the Nile and all the other rivers that I was too horny to remember. I was leaking with no end in sight. I smelled my nectar as it swirled and mixed with the aromas of the candles and the bath salts. I was now drunk off ecstasy.
His thick dick peeked out of the water and suds. It looked so tasty. I cupped it with both of my feet and gently stroked it up and down, feeling his pulse.
“Angel, just being around you always makes my dick so hard.”
I giggled and replied, “I see, and just to warn you, you better stop talking in that deep, seductive ass voice or we’re going to be bathing in my juices instead of this water.” He told me that he liked the sound of that. He’s so freaky.
After rinsing my breasts squeaky clean, he began massaging them again, this time with his tongue. Those full lips wrapped around me like a newborn baby. My nipples were so hard, so sensitive. I loved the way he flicked his tongue.
Tonight my nipples and my clit were related. They were sisters, identical twins, feeling the exact pleasure that the other was feeling. Although he was licking my nipples, it felt like he was licking my clit. My hips had a mind of their own and began shaking and going into short spasms. I felt my orgasm building up fast as if it was a snowball rolling down a snowy mountain. Mmmmmmm. Almost there. Feels so good right before I cum. My breaths were getting short, body started to pop and tick like a break dancer.
I grabbed the back of his neck, “Ooouuu, don’t stop, suck’em harder baby, harder, harder. Oh yeah! Here it comes.” My volcano had taken all that it could. It was time to let go of all of this hot steamy lava. I started to buck like a bull, “Baby…ba…beeee…I’m…I’m cuummmminnn, ouuu God, I’m cu… sooooo harrrddd!”
My body felt so good, so relaxed, and so limp. Felt like a noodle.
I looked at him. He smiled. I blushed, embarrassed by how his face was now covered with water that I splattered on him during my eruption. This guy accomplished more with his mouth on two breasts than most guys could do with a hard dick in a wet pussy. Fucking amazing! I thought as I looked toward the ceiling.
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too, baby.”
And with that, I woke up. I looked around the bathroom. “Damn, where is he?” I asked myself. Where did he go? How long was I in here? The bubbles were gone and so was my wine. I smelled my scent and my pussy was still pulsating so that strong ass orgasm was there too. It was time to get out.
I put on my terry cloth bathrobe and walked into my room. After rubbing myself down with cocoa butter, I snuggled under my comforter and shivered at the thought of his mouth on me. If I was been a smoker, I would’ve blazed one up right now.
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After several delays over the past two-and-a-half years, the long-awaited Tupac Shakur biopic is officially set to begin filming in 2014. The date was confirmed at a reception held by the film’s production companies, with producer Randall Emmet making the official announcement. The biggest hurdle in the project’s development was a dispute between Shakur’s mother Afeni Shakur, and the film’s production company, Morgan Creek.
A lawsuit was filed over creative control, but was eventually settled out of court. Morgan Creek sued Afeni, claiming she had signed over the rights to her son’s music, as well as his likeness and story; only to attempt to continue negotiating for creative control of the project. Now that the dispute is behind them, Afeni Shakur has been named executive producer of the film.
It was announced previously that the biopic would be produced by James G. Robinson, David Robinson, L.T. Hutton, Randall Emmett and George Furtla. It will be filmed in Atlanta and press releases have stated that the project will focus on 2Pac’s “politically charged lyrics, inspired by his parents’ activism as Black Panthers in the ’60s and early ’70s,” as well as how his music “condemned governmental intrusion in black communities.”
The film’s primary cast has yet to be revealed.
The Best Man Holiday is a movie for couples or girlfriends. It is a flick that offers something for everyone: DRAMA (even a cat fight), faith, tears and plenty of laughs! More importantly it is a throwback to the hey day of 1990s, early 2000s for African American flicks. The feel good flick filled with plenty of good looking people – the Buppie era.
The movie starts with scenes from the 1999 Best Man film to reintroduce the key players as we catch up on where they are now:
Mia (Monica Calhoun) and Lance (Morris Chestnut) are living a dream life with a mega mansion as he is a star player for the New York team. But perhaps everything is not as golden as it seems in paradise.
Shelby (Melissa De Sousa) is just as messy as she was before, even a bit meaner if that is possible. Key difference is now she is a mama – not mother of the year mind you, but she has a child.
Harper (Taye Diggs) and Robyn (Sanaa Lathan) are expecting their first baby – after previous miscarriages – as Harper’s writing career is floundering a bit. So being in her ninth month Robyn is really not feeling Harper’s best friend Jordan (Nia Long) who is uber beautiful and successful. The interesting twist for Jordan is she has a new love in her life Brian. Does she really need a man (she answers that question very directly) and how well do the fellas feel about a bit of vanilla in their club?
Candace (Regina Hall) and Julian (Harold Perrineau) have settled into a comfortable life together with kids, while running a private school. But will Candace’s past put everything in jeopardy when donors learn about her checkered past?
And then there is the real star of this movie – as he somewhat was in the original flick – Quentin played by Terrance Howard. The Best Man really skyrocketed Howard from second banana roles to a sexy leading man consideration. The Best Man Holiday reminds us why we loved him so. He is crazy and with his success able to say and do whatever he wants – so he does. I think “stimulus package” is one of the funniest lines this year.
Now is this a perfect film no. The things that work for it, also work against it. At times it feels like director and writer Malcom D. Lee had no filter or editor. A little of this, a little of that just feels thrown in. But every time it risks going too far, Howard and company save the day with a scene so funny you forgive the jumbled mess.
In the end, The Best Man Holiday is an enjoyable flick to kick off the holiday season and catch up with old friends. The ending leaves the definite impression we will not have to wait 14 years for the next installment – or at the very least a spinoff is in the works.