I was at my wits end. After seven years of lack luster sex in my marriage I had found satisfaction in the joys of masturbation. Marletta only wanted to have sex twice a month at best and I was able to remain faithful by getting a nice collection of porn videos that I could use to fantasize.
I was in my office looking at a Jake Steed video. In the episode, Jake and Lexington Steel were at the Freaknik in Atlanta getting buck wild. I was in the middle of the scene where Lex had pulled a big %#&@$! college student off the street when Marletta busted in on me with my %#&@$! in my hand.
"Can I have some privacy!", I exclaimed while Marletta looked at me with a big disapproving scowl on her face.
"You shouldn't be looking at that! Didn't Bishop Reed just preach about how vile pornography is last week?"
"Unlike you I have a healthy sexual appetite. I need release. And this gives it to me. Would you prefer that I got it in the street?"
"You don't need to be looking at that.", Marletta said again while standing directly in front of my television crossing her arms.
"We need to talk about this E. Don't you think the problem is that you just want to have sex to much?"
By this point my sexual high was blown. "No I don't. Did you ever think that you want to have sex to infrequently? You don't want to have sex often. No problem. I will just masturbate. What's your problem? Your getting what you want. So leave me the hell alone!"
"But I don't like it when you do this!"
"I don't give a damn what you don't like! I am not going to give up sex because you don't like it."
"But all women feel the same way I do.", she began to whine. "I've talked to other women in the church and they don't want to do it all the time either. So it's not just me."
I had heard this sad excuse in the past and I still was not impressed. All she did was reinforce the old saying the majority of people in this world are fools. "So what do you expect me to do?", I asked her knowing that she didn't have an answer.
"I think I know what the problem is now.", Marletta said as she began to give me yet another of her excuses. My eyes rolled in my head as I wiped my hand off with a towel and zipped up my pants. Marletta's true issue was that she was an in the closet lesbian trying to play straight. I was not in the mood to hear another one of her lies. Unfortunately, my mother trained me to well. Otherwise I would have slapped the taste out of her mouth and thrown her out of my office. I leaned back and got comfortable on my couch so that I could hear what bull%#&@$! she came up with this month.
"When I went to the women's prayer last night. Sister Jenkins testified how fulfilling her sexual experiences are now that she and her husband pray before they have sex. Isn't that beautiful? I always feel like doing it is dirty. That's what I need. If we pray to the father before we do it then maybe I wouldn't feel bad about some of the things that we do. I think I could really get into it then.
So the next time that you want to do it let's pray first and " "Are you serious?", I asked cutting her off and staring open mouthed.
"See you never listen to me. I'm trying to tell you how I feel "
"Marletta yes I am not listening to you. Praying before we have sex has to be the most ridiculous thing that I have heard in my life. I'm not doing it. I mean how are we supposed to pray before we do it? Ohhh Father help me to suck E's %#&@$!. Let me suck it like I never have before! And when he busts Lord! Ohhhh when he busts! Let me slurp it all up! Slurp it up like a champ Lord! Is that how we are supposed pray before we go at it?
Marletta looked at me dejectedly. "No! We are not going to pray .like that!"
"Then how are we supposed to pray before having sex Marletta? Give me a sample prayer. Come one. You have my full attention. I'm curious as to how praying about it will turn you on. So show me.", I told her very sarcastically. I didn't get a response, however, because Marletta stomped out of my office.
The next afternoon I headed North on Interstate 75 going to Detroit. My mother had received her Doctorates degree from Wayne State and sent me an invitation for her graduation. Marletta and the girls were supposed to come with me, however, after hearing a new round of lies from Marletta about her sexual issues I told her to remain at home with the children so that I could get a much needed break from her.
Unfortunately, she made sure that I didn't get a chance to masturbate so my mind was in a miasmatic lust filled haze. Marletta had just made a tremendous mistake. Her mistake, was thinking that my current need was mental when it was physical and since she prevented me from gaining a release, my physical need had now taken control. Only a stupid woman lets her man walk out the door with a hard %#&@$!.
As I drove to complete the five hour drive to Detroit, anger almost overwhelmed me as I contemplated the wasted years married to a mentally castrating woman. I had engaged in a few affairs when I was out of town on business on occasion. But I had never outright broken rank and gotten a PropaHo who lived in town as a mistress. When I got back to Cincinnati I fully intended on becoming a typical male and finding one.
My %#&@$! throbbed in my jeans as I drove past one of the nations largest Muslim mosques just outside Toledo and I continuously pushed my forearm against it enjoying the pressure. My extreme horniness caused me to lose all track of time because without realizing it I found myself in downtown Detroit. I pulled into a BP and asked for directions. MapQuest directions are good until you get within ten miles of your destination then they get you lost as hell.
Probably some private joke of the developers of the website. I eventually found Cobo Hall, paid the exorbitant parking fee and went into the hall to find a seat. I walked into the auditorium and found it packed. All of my mother's friends and relatives were supposed to sit together in the same section but I had gotten there late and was forced to sit in a different section alone.
I scanned the graduates on the stadium floor looking for my mother. I eventually found her and was surprised to see her smiling face looking in my direction. She had spotted me before I her and as soon as our eyes met she began to frantically wave at me while smiling for ear to ear.
I was so very proud of her. She was the first person in her family to go to college and the first person in the family to attain a Doctorates degree. I waved back to her with a proud smile on my face. My mother, satisfied that her oldest son was at her proudest day, began scanning the crowd for other friends and relatives.
I felt that I was being watched and turned to the right to see a slim redbone staring at me somewhat curiously. My unsatisfied lust flared up again after noticing an attractive females interest. My lust quickly subsided, however, when I recognized the woman watching me as someone who I went to Howard with. I never knew her name but she was one of those people who I disliked upon first sight. I knew the feeling was mutual but she looked at me with a curious expression versus the disdainful glare that I gave her. She was obviously shocked that I knew someone who was getting a Doctorates degree. "Stupid %#&@$!!", I thought. It was definitely a small world.
I ignored her for the rest of the evening and watched the rest of the ceremony. It was soon over and the graduates marched out of the auditorium. I got up and was soon engulfed in the crowd as it carried me out the nearest exit. The halls of Cobo Hall are very narrow and I soon found myself crushed by several bodies on all sides of me. My mind began to wander again as I moved at a snails pace to my car. Sergio began to swell in my pants as I could no longer restrain him and lost control.
At first I was a little alarmed that my %#&@$! was getting hard unbidden in a public space. I was wearing jeans and a short jacket so I had nothing to hide my raging erection. As I nervously looked around me I realized that no one would even notice because our bodies where pressed so tightly together. Upon the realization of that thought, I noticed the woman walking in front of me. She was a tall light skinned sista wearing glasses and her long hair was pulled up in the back accentuating her long sensuous neck. My eyes slowly traveled downwards to her round 40" %#&@$! that was packaged so nicely in a tight white skirt that ended at her knees.
I lustfully watched her %#&@$! cheeks alternate slowly up and down in a slow rhythm as she moved with the current of the crowd. I licked my lips longingly as I watched her walk. Women who have good %#&@$! and know it telegraph it with their walk. They can't help it. It's an unconscious thing. My %#&@$! began to jump in my pants with the realization of being within inches of a woman who was not only equipped with what it needed but knew how to use it as well.
The urge within me took full control of my facilities and before my conscious mind could react, I rotated my hips in a large arc and grinded my hard %#&@$! on her %#&@$! with such force that I raised her body off of her heals. She stumbled a bit and regained her balance by grabbing the shoulder of the man walking in front of her. Her neck whipped around and she bared her teeth getting ready to curse my %#&@$! out for what I did.
My conscious mind was aghast at what I had just done but all I could do was watch the scene unfold. The urge within me still regained full control of my body and in an almost out of the body experience, I watched myself leer at her with an expression that said, " yea I did it!" My mind screamed, as I prepared for her to attempt to slap me or worse call out for the police. However, the anger on her face vanished within seconds of her looking at me and seeing my leering expression. A blank expression formed on her face and she turned back around saying nothing. "See .she wants it .take her!", the urge said to me as my conscious mind began to slowly reassert control of my body.
A silly grin spread across my face as I again grinded on her %#&@$!. It felt so wonderful being deprived of sex for so long. The woman's head turned slightly as she looked at me with the corner of her eye but again she said nothing. I grinded on her ample %#&@$! again and she began to visibly breathe heavily. I grinded on her again and her head snapped back as she sighed in pleasure and then glanced around her quickly to see if anyone had caught on to what I was doing to her. I grinded on her again and this time she reached back with her left hand and quickly patted my thigh signaling for me to stop.
By now, Sergio was doing back flips in my pants and I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to %#&@$!. I needed to %#&@$!. I wanted to bust a fat nut all over this woman. I reached around her waist with my right arm, pulling her against my erection, while with my left hand I reached under her skirt and palmed her left %#&@$! cheek. She wasn't wearing any panties under her panty hose. My kind of girl. "A woman will do just about anything to get rid of those embarrassing panty lines.", I thought laughing out loud.
"Haaaaa ahhaaaaa .what .what are you doing?", she whispered to me wide eyed.
"Don't talk.", I whispered back. I didn't want to know her name I didn't want to exchange pleasantries or soft words I just wanted to bend her over something rip off her hosiery and %#&@$! her like a parolee fresh out the joint on a twenty year stint.
Don't be fooled by the title, this book has all the elements for
an Euftis Emery book...a whole lot of drama and hot and
sticky sex! Abundant Ministries gives you a very insightful
look at what inspired Euftis to write his two previous books
Off the Chain Vol 1 & Off the Chain Vol 2 as it relates to the
dynamics of his disastrous relationship with his ex-wife .
International Lover , October 30, 2007
By Kimberly Spearman
This book is something like a Prince song. It takes you every where. There are stories in this book for every type of woman. Strong, seductive, timid, mild, hot, spicy, teacher, student and all of them rolled into one.
The book is a great piece of work and make sure you read my favorite story (the room). I hope you all enjoy this book as much as I do.
Almost too hot to handle!, August 6, 2007
By Lexy Harper
Euftis gives notice of intent with the first line of his Introduction: "Freaks have no boundaries", but just in case you skip the Introduction he warns you in his Preface: "You will be offended" if you are a prude or sexually inhibited. My tastes in erotica are varied and slightly on the freaky side, so this book was right up my alley. Men will enjoy these stories more because they are generally more open to freakiness, but ladies if you want the 411 on exactly what your man requires of you in bed you have to read Euftis.
These eighteen stories will tease and please you. Euftis keeps it real, and by putting himself in the frame he gives the stories a nice personal touch. If you want to get to know him a bit more personally click on the link to his website and prepare to be shocked!
"Sex" Capades, July 14, 2006
By LOCKSIE "ARC Book Club Inc"
This book consists of a number of short stories written by author and self-confessed freak, Euftis Emery. The main character in most of the stories is Mr. Emery himself who writes with a sense of humor which for me was a welcome change. Some of the situations he writes about are funny and some were damn right off the chain!!
My favorite was the one about the "Bad D**k Report". Some of the characters are featured in more than one story and Mr. Emery leaves NOTHING to the imagination...straight up front, bold and sexy! How refreshing!
"Off the Chain Volume 2" is already on my "to read shelf". I'm looking forward to see what sexy mind titillating plots Mr. Emery has for the lovers of erotica.
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