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african american erotica, african american love, african american woman, black erotica, erotica, hip hop love, hip hop word, sex, urban erotica, urban love
Tim played tenor sax and trumpet at Dukes, the hottest jazz club in town. Not only did he play there but he was also the owner. He was absolutely intoxicating to watch the way he caressed and held those instruments and the intensity at which he played made you wish it were you his fingers were moving across. Monica felt an instant energy when she first laid eyes on him. Tim was about Monica’s height, pecan brown skin, strong cheekbones to accent his strong face, and beautiful hazel brown eyes that drew you in and made love to you, his lips were full and just looked as if they were made for kissing. Tim had caught Monica starring at him once too often and came over to introduce himself one night after a set. His voice was deep and resonant the kind that hypnotized you into taking off your clothes without you knowing why you did it. The chemistry between them was instant and before Monica knew it they were lovers. Tim was every thing Charles wasn’t, he was sensitive, free spirited, independent, and open minded, a risk taker. Everything that scared Monica but also everything that took her breathe away. Being around Tim made Monica feel fearless. He was also a great lover; his hands searched every nuance of her body awakening parts of her she didn’t know existed. His mouth leaving sweet kisses on her skin, his tongue finding her pleasure spot and causing waves of orgasms to cascade down her body. Monica shivered at the thought, Tim’s touch felt so different than Charles.
