Walk Like A Man
Laurinda D. Brown
…I will say that our lovemaking was one of the most intense events of my life. That whole night I felt this power?this aura about myself that I’d never felt before. And then it hit me. I had spent the entire night with a woman consumed with the idea of me being a man. On the outside I walked on the tips of my toes-dainty and self-assured-bouncing my long, thick hair from side to side, I looked every bit of a lady to the world. But on the inside, though, down beneath the smooth skin and soft fragrance, I walked like a man.’
Strap on your attitude and dive into 10 different pulsating stories from women who love the way you love, living life on the edge, exploring sexuality uninhibited. Walk Like A Man?.Don’t read it alone. It’s so hot with passion you’ll need somebody to cool you off!
Walk Like A Man is an underground release from Laurinda D. Brown and her first venture into lesbian erotica.
Excerpted from Walk Like a Man by Laurinda D. Brown. Copyright © 2005. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
The first time I lied naked with a woman I was nervous but anxious to get it on. I had no idea what we were supposed to do. All I knew was that my vagina was throbbing fiercely, and she, in her nude state, looked so good to me. But hell, she had the same thing I had, and I felt, since she was older, she would give me some direction. As I sat there waiting for her to make her move, she was lying there waiting for me to make mine. So I kissed her. It was a passionate kiss, full of tongue and juice; but there was no way that this could be what gay sex was all about. She kept whispering for me to stick my dick in her. What dick? In my youthful innocence and desperately not wanting her to stop kissing me, I slowly slid my fingers between her legs and entered her. She started moaning. Oh, that dick. I quickly found out that I could imitate a man’s thrust with just my fingers. She wiggled on my index and fore fingers like a big worm, and I, amazed with this newfound pleasure because it did feel quite nice, moved my lips from hers and redirected my passion to her breasts. Caressing them with my lips, I did to her what I knew had felt good to me whenever a man had sucked my nipples. She moaned some more, and, before I knew it, she’d had an orgasm. What about me? As she lied there stretched out on her mother’s bed, I watched her chest rise and fall while in her sudden slumber. Her nipples were still erect. She seemed comfortable. I, believing I’d done my part, rolled over into a fetal position and covered myself with the blanket. What about me? Maybe an hour or so later, after I was no longer aroused, I felt a kiss on my neck. It was soft and gentle; wet and tender. The kisses continued down my spine, along my thighs, and ended at the tip of my toes. Flipping me over, she moved her lips up the front of my calves and spread open my legs. Her kisses, now longer and more succulent, generated this vibration in my lower abdomen that ! I’d never felt before. My eyes, fixated on her slender body as it slithered toward me, watered as she drew near. Anticipating her lips touching my private button, I jerked away and told her that I wanted to stop. I couldn’t envision getting any pleasure from someone pulling and tugging on that thing between my legs. Sitting in a huge wet spot created by my own moisture, I knew I wasn’t ready for that kind of sex. I wasn’t seeking my own gratification that night. I was merely satisfied with knowing I could get a woman off just like a man could and with no dick . I will say that our love-making was one of the most intense events of my life, but, during the whole thing, I found myself wanting to be a man with this huge dick planted inside her nature. I was on top of her, like my past boyfriends had been on top of me, working it and stroking it like a champ. And when I came, the muscles in my back tensed up as I released myself in her. That whole night I felt this power this aura about myself that I’d never felt before. Resting between Estelle’s legs embracing her torso, I tickled her breasts with my tongue. She begged for me to enter her again, and I did; but not with two fingers try three.
The butt of dawn caught me racing across town trying to make it home to get ready for work. And then it hit me. I spent an entire night with a woman consumed with the idea of me being a man; the idea of me having a dick; the idea of me fucking her with something that God didn’t give me. The irony of the whole thing is that I felt like I had one; I felt that shit like it was real. I went into the house and took a quick bubble bath, and afterwards, I sprayed myself with some perfume. I put on my tightest skirt and my highest heels and strutted myself back out to the car with my face beat. On the way to work, I thought about my new sexual freedom and quietly laughed to myself. I checked my lipstick in the rearview mirror as I reached for my purse from the backseat. Delicately picking the lint off my skirt, I admired my gentle strokes against the fabric; every part of me meticulous down to the color of my lingerie that always on point with my outerwear. On the outside I walked on the tips of my toes dainty and self-assured- bouncing my long, thick hair from side to side, I looked every bit of a lady to world. I had it eating out of the palm of my hands. But on the inside, though, down beneath the smooth skin and soft fragrance, I walked like a man. –This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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Details
| ISBN | 977624781 |
| Genre | Black Interest; Erotica |
| Publication Date | Oct-06 |
| Publisher | Urban Books – Kensington |
| Format | Trade Paperback |
| No. of Pages | 215 |
| Language | English |
| Rating | NotRated |
| BookID | 14159 |
