Thoughts

Malachi

I usually wake up early in the morning to start the day between 4 am and 4:30 am depending on the weekday so I can get my workout in before my workday actually starts. After a nice jog around the park, I was back and ready to start my routine. Usually, I’m rock hard in the morning and I need to jerk off so I get a little help. It’s not an ideal way of doing it, but I get a kick out of calling people randomly and jerking my member until I get someone to listen - I always get someone to listen.

Today was no different, as soon as I was hard and ready to explode, I dialed up a random number and got a beautiful voice over the phone that just enticed me even more. Her voice made it easy to relax and get in the mood.

“Hello and Thank you for calling Mr. Precision Tube and Lube, how can I help you today?” The voice said, stating the basic answer phrase.

“I need some help,” I said as I sat stroking my meat.

“How can I help you Sir?”

“I need you to help me,” I whispered in a low and deep tone that resonated through the phone. I wished I had some help last night, but that would have meant I would have to be cordial in the morning. “Can you help me?”

“How can I help?”

“I need to feel you,” I begged softly. “I got this hard cock…mmmmm… and I wanted you to ride me,” I was talking directly to her. Her voice was so sultry and soft, I wanted to know who she was. She made me want to shoot my load just hearing her speak.

“Oh really,” she responded. She wanted to hear more; she hadn’t disconnected so what I was saying intrigued her. She wanted to hear more.

“Yes baby, please…make me happy baby….bounce on it baby,” I said as I reached my climax.

She listened to me moan with pleasure as I released my seed in my hand. I started to fantasize about what she might look like given how sexy she sounds over the phone.

She got quiet on the phone, I still didn’t hang up. I could hear her breathing.

“Thank you baby.” I said and disconnected. She left me curious about why she didn’t disconnect. She loved what she heard.

She made me smile.

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After my shower, my mind was still on the voice I connected with over the phone. She was curious to hear me. Her hesitation from hanging up, made me wonder what she needed. Usually I would get someone who normally curses me out and hangs up instantly, but not her. That fascinated me and I wanted to know more about her.

As I got dressed, I thought about the beautiful woman that I saw the other day outside the building. I wanted to know who she was. She looked just like the type of woman I craved. She was voluptuous, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I caught myself daydreaming about her as I buttoned up my shirt and grabbed my tie.

Today I planned on wearing my dark blue Armani suit, it fits me well and with this suit I tend to get a bit more attention. Hopefully, I will get the attention of the woman that I saw the other day. I just want to find out who she was and I’ll do the rest. She was someone who intrigued me just by her looks alone.

As my driver turned down the street on which I saw her, I was fantasizing seeing her again standing outside the building. She looked at me and drank me into her soul. Her curves were flawless and endless. I closed my eyes and laid my head back and I saw her in front of me. Her braids laid effortlessly along her shoulders as she tapped her manicured toes.

I wanted to feel my body against hers; I wanted to make her moan. I bet she looked beautiful when she did. My dick moved as I thought of her in the back of the car. I smiled as the car approached my building. My daydream would be over until lunch. I will find out who she is and where she worked.

I wanted to make her mine.

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Brianna

Ok, so I had a friend of a friend tell me that there is a way to find someone, it’s so good to have a friend in the communications field who could help a Sistah out because all that mumbo jumbo about paying for shit over the internet just ain’t for me. I wanted to know who the person was that kept calling the phone center. I don’t think they are paying attention and they do not give a flying fuck that they were calling a car service company. They were just calling to get their nuts off.

But he sounded fucking good as hell doing it, though.

It was the way he moaned, it had me thinking. I sat at my desk replaying the conversation we just had. My vajayjay pulsed as I sat remembering how his words danced across my ears. I could hear him breathing out his nose - I wanted to feel that breath against my neck while he moaned in my ear. My twat started to get hot as I could hear him stroking his dick, I bet he looked sexy as fuck - just like that motherfucker I saw standing outside the building.

I don’t normally deal with white guys. It’s just that I don’t get approached by too many guys of other ethnicities except for my own. I guess being a thick, black woman is one too many adjectives for some. To be honest, I don’t put myself in scenarios enough for that statement to be fully true. I can say I am guilty that I don’t place myself out there socially with many of different ethnicities, very much.

But I am open - totally open. As long as the guy is respectful and is willing to really find out about me, I’ll give anyone a chance - within standards as far as height and body, beard or no beard, and dick size - and yes I have a preference. I ain’t got no time trying to make it work in the bed with someone who does NOT satisfy me.

I need the ENTIRE package - I need him to be able to make love to my mind and fuck my body.

The guy that was standing outside stared at me as if he knew me but I didn’t know him, I would have most definitely remembered him. His body was like zero body fat, I could see his pecs through his shirt. I could also see his little hardened nipples through his shirt as well.

His body wore clothes so well.

I remembered looking at him unbeknownst to him, his legs filled out the pants he was wearing; and he had a thick ass for a white guy. He had the body of a gymnast as his body filled out the entire suit; the way he stood across the street - his legs bowed out a bit as he stood watching me. He smiled and I caught a glimpse of a few dimples along with a handsome ass smile. This motherfucker gazed at me and touched my soul. Everyone behind him faded out and became a blur in my vision as I connected with him across the fucking street.

I’m sure I would have spoken to him but getting called in made me snap back to reality. I wondered if I would see him again. I guess I would have to step out again for lunch.

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Malachi

I had decided to take an extended lunch today, however it was shortened by a call from someone I least expected.

“Malachi, I didn’t expect you to answer. Honestly I didn’t think you would have the same phone number,”

“Excuse me? Who is this?” I said not recognizing the voice at all as it was not a saved number.

“I should have known. You only deleted my number, just like you deleted me out of your life,” she said. I knew exactly who it was and she was correct - I did delete her number and everything that was connected to her.

“Oh Rianne. What do I owe this call to?” I said dryly.

“I was thinking about you. Don’t you think about me?” Rianne sounded desperate. She sounded as if she needed attention.

“No. Why would I? We are no longer together, remember?” I answered.

“Not even a little?” She asked. I was correct, she was looking for attention.

“Rianne, why are you calling me?”

“I’m back in town and I thought it would be nice to catch up with you.”

“And why would you think that would be nice?” I said sternly.

Rianne is my ex and she blames me for not loving her enough, when in fact it is that I couldn’t love her the way she wanted to be loved. She craved attention. She loved the fact that I can go anywhere I wanted and walk right in the door without having to be on a list. I’m well known in the financial industry but I’ve gotten tired of the playboy lifestyle. Rianne was the one who made me realize that I wanted one woman, but she just wasn’t the woman I wanted.

“Why do you have to be such a dick, Malachi?” she asked. Rianne’s true self came out. This was the person I left - Rianne, the bitch.

“What do you want Rianne?” I said getting flustered.

“I wanted to know if you were planning to attend the Spring Gala?”

“You know I am,”

“Do you have a companion to attend with?” Rianne asked and revealed the reason for her call.

“Yes I do,” I answered. I knew it would take her by surprise and I had to come through on the bet I made with Amanda.

“Really? You have someone?” She stammered.

“Why do you find it hard to believe Rianne? You are not the only woman that I know.” That should stop her from trying to weasel her way back into my life. “And definitely not the only woman I fuck either.” I said smiling.

“You’re such an ass, Malachi!”

“Then stop calling me!” I said hanging up the phone. I exhaled trying to release her from my system. Just dealing with her for that short period of time made me more enthusiastic about finding my special woman.

Work should be a good distraction to keep me busy until lunch time. That’s when my hunt will begin.

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Brianna

“Erika,” I slid a phone number to her across the cubicle.

“What is this?” she asked, rolling her seat back to look at me directly.

“You still got that friend who can do a reverse lookup on a phone number?”

“Yeah, wait, who are you looking up? It’s not that perv is it?” She said looking at me like I was crazy. She knew I was capable of some stupid shit.

“C’mon girl, just do this for me.” I begged.

“Why should I? What are you gonna do with it?”

“I’m just gonna have a little fun, that’s all. Give him a little taste of his own medicine,” I said smiling.

“Girl you stupid, but that motherfucker does deserve some of that shit back,” she laughed in agreement. “I should have the information by the end of the day.”

“Cool.” I knew she would agree. She usually goes along with my stupid ass ideas anyway. It keeps her life entertained.

Even though I use my talented voice and excellent customer service skills to set appointments, cancel accounts and demand refunds, I’ve also thought my voice could be used in many other ways as well. I wouldn’t mind doing a little voice-over work, as I’ve heard numerous times over the phone - ‘You have such a beautiful voice’. I’ve had guys literally ask me out just hearing my voice alone. My voice is alluring and sexy and down to earth, everything I am, yet according to society’s standard - my voice doesn’t fit my look.

But I think it does, it just depends on who’s looking. A person can imagine what someone looks like just by voice alone. The voice shapes the face and body just by the tones and pitches heard in the words that are spoken. I could read the dictionary and make it sound like an erotica novel. It’s a blessing and a curse because some shallow people expect to see after hearing my voice - a small, model type sistah with long flowing hair that a gentle breeze can blow her away.

And that is simply not the case, what they get is a sexy, curvaceous butter pecan sistah with braids swinging down to my ass with curls on the ends. When they see all of my lusciousness, they become intimidated thinking I’m a lot to handle and realize they are not grown enough to ride this ride. I need a rider that knows how to hold on, knowing that I won’t blow away with a huge gust of wind - a bitch will just lean a little.

Sturdy.

A lot of people sleep on a thick brotha or sistah because they feel we can’t perform due to size. Thing is, we know how to maneuver and make shit work and the sex is amazing if not immaculate.

More cushion for the pushing.

I also know that I have a voice for phone sex. I always wanted to work at one of those types of places. I imagined a large office type set up with females in their own cubicles conversing on the phone, getting guys off while they are either joining in the festivities or painting their nails.

I would have to have my very own office as I would probably have an orgasm on each fucking call. I would make Employee of the Month.