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Freaknik
The year was 1997. It was a Thursday afternoon, my college roommate and I loaded up the car for a road trip, destination Atlanta. The drive from Mississippi to Georgia was about 5 ½ hours. The occasion was the now defunct “Freak Nic”. It was my first experience and boy was it more than I expected. I was 19 at the time, and a freshman in college. We caravaned in two cars. With just enough money to drink, party and eat five of us rented one hotel room on Peachtree. To hell with the formal events, we were there to kick it.
It was like nothing I had ever seen. Traffic was ridiculous. The weekend was partly a blur. In a matter of two days, I had seen someone’s car tilted over at Lenox Mall. I saw women walking around in bikinis, but no sign of a beach and my buddies and I were trying to holla at every group of chicks we saw. It must have been a Saturday night, and after partying for Thursday and Friday with no sleep, my boys were exhausted. Not to mention we were going to hit the road and head back Sunday afternoon.
After a night in the clubs, we all pulled back into the hotel around 2am. One guy decided to crash in the bathtub, another on two chair pushed together, two more in the bed (man-law required that two men sleeping in the same bed, sleep under different layers of the covers) and I decided to just crash on the floor. At least I would have my own space.
Around 2:30am, my roommate and I were the only ones still up. Since he had driven, we decided to just go cruise the streets and see what was still out. It was Freak Nic weekend and a Saturday night…we both knew people weren’t going to be sleeping until at least 4:00 or 5:00am. As we drove around we noticed that the police had begun closing streets to funnel traffic in certain directions. Although we saw random people walking the streets, it looked like the night was going to be a wash, so we decided to drive back toward the hotel.
About a mile away from the room, we spotted 3 girls and 2 guys in a parking lot and because we were slow-rolling they waived us down. We pulled over and found that they were from Alabama and had locked their keys in the car. They asked if we had a hanger in the car so that they could try and jimmy the lock. Unfortunately we didn’t. We then recommended they call a tow truck; however, because of the road closures and the sheer volume of work they probably had going on, they said it would be a couple hours before they could respond.
In a moment of chivalry, I volunteered our hotel lobby. The guys looked like they were “done”. As we sat talking, I chalked up that these were some random girls they had met. I told them they could crash in the lobby of our hotel, and my roommate and I would take them back to the car once the tow truck arrived. They figured it would be a good idea and everyone piled into our car.
I began chatting up one girl in particular (CREATIVE LICENSURE HERE). She must have been about 5’6 and was wearing a black mini-skirt and sleeveless blouse. (The truth of the matter is, I cant remember what the hell the girl looked like…it was almost 15 years ago. Let’s just say she was fine.)
So we get to the hotel and no one working there thinks twice about a few people lounging in the lobby. After all, it’s Freak Nic, and as long as us black people aren’t tearing shit up…its all kosher. I take a couple blankets from our room and bring out to the lobby. Then I start chatting it up with this girl. My roommate goes on to the room and passes out. Come to find out, one of the guys (who is passed out by this point) is her boyfriend. I clearly remember asking her, who in the hell goes to Freak Nic with their boyfriend. I clearly remember her shrugging her shoulders and replying in an agitated voice, “I don’t know.”
I ask her to walk me to my room, so that I could give her the swipe card key. I told her, I would have let them crash in the room with us, but as she could see when she peeped in, it was pretty damn crowded. She needs the key to get into the area where the rooms are, so I told her to just come grab me when they wake up and are ready to leave.
She leaves and I lay it down on the floor. As I am dozing off, there is a knock on the door. It’s her. She tells me that they have taken all the blanket and asks if she can just lay down on the floor with me. Of course, I’m game, and I already know where this is going. Within 5 minutes of laying under the bed-spread which I had claimed as my own, she starts kissing me. Im running my hands up her skirt, caressing her bare ass uncovered by the thong she is wearing. I take my sweatpants off, and put her on her knees. Moving her thong to the side, I begin to fuck her doggy style. I am in a rush, but I don’t know if it’s because the pussy is so good, or if because Im doing this in a room full of guys. As I’m going in and out, you can hear my pelvis smacking against her ass. Im looking around to see if the guys on the bed or the guys in the chair are awake. The coast is clear.
I then lay her on her side and slide behind her warm, fat ass. She must have had a bit to drink, or I must have been the fucking “man”, because she was so wet, I was constantly wiping my hands on the bed spread. After about 30 minutes of fucking, we pass out on the floor.
A couple hours later, there is a knock on the door. Its her girlfriend. “Girl, hurry up…your boyfriend is waking up.”, she says. She gets her clothes on, and walks out behind her friend. I wake my roommate up. “Yo bro….lets get these cats back to their car. I think the tow truck has shown up.” We go back to the lobby about 10 minutes later, me back in my sweatpants, no underwear and t-shirt. Balls smelling like her good pussy. You know, guys always have to rub their balls afterwards and get that smell…especially if the pussy smells really good.
We get back to the lobby and they tell us the tow truck is about 10 minutes out. By now it’s about 7am. We all get back in the car and head back to their car down the street. The whole time, Im feeling guilty as fuck but also player as fuck. When we get there, we wait around with them for about 15 minutes until the two truck gets there and is able to open the door for them.
The guys are eternally grateful. “Yo man, that was good looking out.” The boyfriend reaches into his pocket and pulls out 3 twenty dollar bills. “You didn’t have to do what you did. I appreciate it.” I quickly look over at his girl as I take the money. I think to myself, “Damn, aren’t you a fucking douche. You fuck this man’s girl then take his money for the trouble.”
All I ever got was the girls name and the fact that they were from Alabama. I get ready to tell my roommate the story as we are riding back to the hotel and he stops me. “You fucked her didn’t you!” I shake my head, almost ready to burst out laughing. “Dude, we could hear you. And we could hear her moaning and shit.”
Her Mouth
His text messages, emails and DMS kept me breathless, blushing and flustered for three days. A picture he sent was cause to relive tension immediately. I was tired of moist panties and twisting uncomfortably in my seat to stop my girl from throbbing with anticipation and need. I was determined that payback would be a bitch. Every time I sent him something naughty, what I received in return would make a whore beg for mercy.
I knew I was in trouble when the time finally came. He let me know that I had opened Pandora's Box. In a lengthy email he told me how he would punish me but I was determined to hold my ground. If I was going to tap out he was going to get his too. Then I saw it, "25 Ways to Kiss a Naked Man" I read it thoroughly and I thought I was ready. His trip was over. He would be back in town before the evening was over.
I washed slowly and moisturized with the oil I know he likes. I pulled on a black lace cami that displayed my magnificent cleavage along with some boy shorts that only covered the cuff of my ass.
I met him at the door. There were very few words exchanged. He gruffly inquired as to why I had even bothered with clothes, demanding that I remove them right there at the door. I stepped out of my panties but before I could get the cami over my head, he was backing me into the wall while he rubbed my clit. I moaned. I needed his touch. I needed him to fuck me against the wall until we were both sweat drenched but I was determined not to lose my composure. I stayed his hand and led him to the bedroom.
My first mistake was not tying him up or handcuffing him to the damn bed. It was unspoken but very evident that I was his sub and he my master. My pleasure came from his domination his pleasure came from my submissiveness. I failed to learn my lesson time and time again. He “let” me have the upper hand for his amusement but in the end I would ALWAYS submit. This time was no different.
I grazed his ear with my lips and sucked his earlobe. Moaning, he bit his bottom lip and pulled me closer. I grinned. He was slipping. My grin was replaced with a gasp. He had something for me too. He cupped my ass and fingered my pussy. He slipped his index finger into my mouth allowing me to taste myself while he lavished my nipples with attention. This was usually about the time the first orgasm would begin to invade my body. He would order me to give it to him using his mouth, his hands, or his dick to push me over the edge. He would not stop until my legs shook uncontrollably and I begged him. Only then would he ease up enough to change positions for the next round. Not this time. Not yet. Roughly, I pushed him away. I had more in store for him.
I straddled him making sure to stay clear of his dancing rock hard cock. He could look at my nipples and make moisture gather in my panties. His touch along with sucking my breasts could bring me to orgasm. His mouth was definitely lethal but it was time to show him my skills. I flicked his nipples with my tongue. His breath caught. He gripped my hips. He was trying to be strong. His body was telling a different story. His abs tensed against my clit as I sucked his right nipple into my mouth. The left one was next. He moaned. I was not satisfied. Slowly, deliberately, I began to run my lips along his hip bones, nipping them with my teeth every once in a while
Unsure of what to do with his hands he ran them down my back and reached for my arched ass. I dodged him so he did the next best thing and tangled his fingers in my curls. I could sense he was aching. On top of the 3 sexless days he had already encountered, I had been teasing him for at least 15 minutes. He was pushing my head towards his member, demanding attention. I slipped the Altoids into my mouth that I had hidden in the bed sheets. I wanted complete control so I asked him to stand before I dropped down to my knees and took him into my mouth deep throating him first and doubling back for the pre cum.
The sensation from the mint made him curse and grip my head harder. His arousal was a turn on for me as well. Seeing his pre cum caused me to clinch the walls of my pussy. I licked his head clean after devouring the first drops of his desire. His essence always motivated me to please him more. He loved sloppy head. I spit and coated his member with my saliva. His moans were intoxicating. Once again he ran his hands through my hair, grabbing the back of my head, and forcing more dick down my throat. I let him fuck my face for a couple of minutes before attempting to pull away. His balls were tightening if I let him continue he would be pumping jizz down my throat.
It wasns't time for him to cum so he let me come up for air, I licked the underside of his dick with my flattened tongue. His dick was throbbing by now. It looked painful. He slapped it on my tongue and stared into my eyes as if to ask; “What next?” I think he was catching on to my game. I had to give his dick a rest I knew if I kept up at the pace I was going he would explode before I was done playing and damn my jaws were killing me.
I got to my feet and sucked his tongue before hungrily devouring his mouth. He wrapped his arms around my waist and then slapped my ass hard. I didn't think I could get any wetter. My girl tingled and the wetness ran down my legs. The deeper I kissed him the harder he slapped, my ass was on fire and I was so close to orgasm I had to stop. I tried to pull away but he was done with my game for the moment.
He pushed me on my back parting my legs in one fluid motion. He flicked my clit with his tongue a few times before sucking away the excess moisture. I thought he was just going to finish me with his tongue. Without warning he buried his dick deep inside my pussy. He grabbed my sore ass bringing me all the way to the base of his dick. He didn’t move he just issued an order. Cum for me Mami...
I lost my damn mind on his dick. He held me so that my clit took every thrust. Each time I tried to slow my pace or look away from him he would remind me with rough thrust of his own. I was literally in no position to disobey. I came within minutes. He just smirked. “Come clean it off” His dick was covered in my thick white cream. I had to catch my bearings. Shit, I had almost forgotten about my 25 tips.
It was his turn to get manhandled. I pushed him on his back. He held his dick out in anticipation. I chuckled and made him turn over on his stomach he groaned in frustration. I straddled him, swirled my tongue on the back of his neck and kissed him all the way down his backbone until I reached the base of his spine. I could feel him tense with every feathery kiss. I did a reverse cow girl on him and kissed the back of his knees. He bucked me off of him pinning me to the bed on my stomach and returned each torturous kiss. To remind me that I was his sub he took it a step further. He ignored me knees and ate my ass until I came in his mouth.
He turned me back over positioning me so that my head was hanging off of the bed. Didn't I tell your ass to clean my dick off?” He slowly fed me his dick and then picked up the pace until his balls were slamming against my nose. I moaned as he fingered my clit. I couldn’t take that position for too long his dick was just too big. I pushed him away so I could suck him off at my own pace.
I teased his inner thighs and nipped around his pubic mound making small circles with my tongue right before I reached his dick. He rubbed my shoulders and whispered the dirtiest shit to me. I licked him like I was playing the harmonica, he demanded I spit on it to make it wetter. I sucked his balls all the way in my mouth and swirled my tongue around them while He jacked himself begging for more. He wanted me to suck his cock so bad but not just yet. I gently used my teeth on the tip of his member. He choked me slightly to let me know I was skating on thin ice.
Next I pressed my tongue on the spot where his balls and perineum meet and licked until I could feel his legs shake just a little. My baby was almost to the brink but stopping or giving in to his pleas was not an option. I ran my tongue around his the tip of his cock and was surprised that there was more sweet pre cum to lap up.
It was finally time for him to get his. He had been tortured enough. I made a ring with my thumb and forefinger and kept it close to my lips as I moved my mouth up and down his dick faster and faster until I felt that tensing in his legs, his member and balls. I increased the pressure with my mouth and hands as he climaxed. He groaned in ecstasy as he pumped his load in my mouth, cupping the back of my head to make sure I didn’t miss a drop. Then he made me lick all of the residue off of my fingers. He kissed me and smacked my ass again.
Amazingly his dick was still hard. He had three days of frustration to release. Among every other position he took me in that night, he did eventually fuck me against the wall. I watched him pound into me from our full length mirror. The sheer force of every thrust was already an amazing feeling but watching the muscles in his back ripple as he punished me made me curse him incoherently as more than one orgasm hit my body. I may have even cried. It was just that good.
He set his for 5:00 am. Like any good woman I was up at 4:25 to catch the first drops of pre cum and to make sure his morning wood was not wasted.
Raped at the Gym
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Whose your Daddy?
Dear Daddy,
Today I started back my exercising regiment. I lost the little toning I had, so I went on the treadmill to jog. I've also ordered some of those Tai-Chi DVDs to help give me more flexibility.
So I'm working out in the gym when the security guy comes by and tells me its time to go. I look at my phone, not realizing the time. Ive been at the gym for a good two hours. My roommates will nag me about where Ive been this late at night.
I grab my things and start toward the door, I say goodnight to the guard and head out the gym. Its a little chilly and I wish that I had brought my jacket, instead of just wearing a sweatshirt and short-shorts.
I walk to my apartment complex and it's really dark and somewhat scary due to the trees blowing eerily in the wind but I'm used to it. I'm really anxious about what Im going to eat for dinner. For a college student I'm doing really with my eating habits.
I feel something behind me and I turn and look around but see nothing but a bunch of parked cars, apartment buildings and trees. I stand there for a moment and listen, nothing still. Shrugging my shoulders I keep walking and after a few feet more I again get the feeling like someone is watching me.
I pick up my pace and really start hurrying home forgetting how cold it is. I just want to get away from whoever is watching me. Seeing someone walking towards me I slow my pace and watch them closely since I'm not sure of their intentions.
The person approaches then passes and I stop to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. My breath is finally becoming steady and my heart has stopped its pounding, when I feel a hand slide over my ass and cup it. I gasp and the person tells me to shut the fuck up.
He says that I was asking for this because I was wearing my short-shorts. He slides his hand up and into my shorts and chuckles when he discovers I'm not wearing undies. He calls me a filthy slut and grabs my ass. I gasp and try to move away but he is too quick and strong.
He pulls me back against him and his hard cock pushes against my ass and his hand moves from my ass to cup my pussy. Im scared because I am about to be violated by a stranger!
I struggle harder against the man and he continues to restrain me seemingly without much effort. I'm panting and he laughs then pulls me off the sidewalk into the darkness between the trees. He pulls off my shorts and slides a finger in-between my pussy lips and groans when he discovers my piercing.
He tells me that Im a dirty whore for having my clit pierced. Then he slides a finger inside my pussy and I moan a little in pleasure. I bite my lip fighting back the uncontrolled feeling but its too late. He noticed and whispers into my ear that he likes how I moan.
He starts kissing my neck, and playing with my bra bound breast. His free hand slides under my shirt and cups my tummy, squeezing it and rubbing it. I feel his cock pulsing against my naked ass and then he pulls my shirt off as well.
I watch his hands as they roam my body and I moan again because he feels so good. He's touching me in all the right places and I don't have to tell him what to do. I hear a zipping sound and some rustling and I know he's undressing.
I turn and face him but I can't see his face...I just know he's white with a nice firm body. I look at his cock and smile. Its so fucking big and I wonder if I can fit it into my mouth.
I drop to my knees so I can suck him off and he pulls me back up gently by my hair and says, next time I just want a quick fuck right now. He pushes me against a tree and tells me to spread my ass cheeks for him. I do as he requests and I feel his mouth licking my ear as he slides his thick cock into my pussy.
It feels so good I start to forget I'm outside with a rapist fucking me. He yanks my bra straps down and uncovers my exposed nipples with his big hands. They pull and pinch, squeeze and tug as his dick slides in and out of me hard and fast. I'm moaning like crazy and I can hear him moaning in my ear.
He tells me how wet I am and how he loves the sounds I'm making. He's tells me his name and I open my mouth to tell him mine when suddenly I wake up. I'm in my bed, no sex, and no rapist.
I have tons of dreams like this, and I would like to know what they mean. Why is it that my daily life in my dreams ends up like this? And what should I do about it?
Anime1989
Anime1989
I love interpreting women's dreams when they are like this. Lets take a look and see whats going on in your subconscious. First lets identify the key elements in your dream. They are as follows:
Gym
Darkness
Being watched
Pursuit
Big Dick
Rape
Oral Sex
As Ive stated in previous dream interpretations that I have done, never take a symbol at its face value. This is what I think your dream is telling you. The first symbol in your dream was the gym and this indicates that you need to apply the things that you have learned and incorporate them into your daily life.
The darkness in your dream symbolizes that you need to keep your temper in check. You have the tendency let your emotions get out of control and lose your temper.
The being watched component suggests that you are feeling confined in your work environment or a personal relationship. You feel you are lacking a sense of privacy. While the pursuit aspect indicates that you are refusing to acknowledge a certain viewpoint or idea.
To see a penis in your dream signifies sexual energy, power, aggression, and fertility. To see and exceptionally large penis, suggests doubts and anxieties about your sexual drive and libido.
Dreams of rape are dreams of violence. As a dreamer, you may find yourself as an aggressor, victim, or spectator to the crime. In dreams of this nature, your role and feelings about the others in the event are crucial to understanding the meaning of the dream. If you have recurring dreams of being the victim of rape, you should try to determine if post-traumatic stress is a factor in your dreams.
If that's not the case, then the rape aspect could just denote your need to be desired. The fantasy provides an excuse for you to do the things that the rapist (i.e., your ego) really wants you do.
You also expressed a desire in the dream to, drop to your knees and suck him off To dream that you are giving or receiving oral sex signifies your willingness to give or receive pleasure. It is symbolic of your creative energy and reaffirms that you are headed in the right direction in life.
Without knowing your past I would venture that you are a tad bit at war with yourself dear but coming to the realization that you're a freak. If you're in a relationship with someone now you're dreams are telling me that they ain't givin' it to you like you want it. If they are capable then open your mouth and tell him how you want it. If he cant slang some dick then retire his ass and hire someone that can.
There is a very bad gurl in you that's just dying to come out and play. Let her. Stop repressing your true nature . If you see a dick that makes your mouth water...suck it. See a dick you want to fuck...fuck it.
Stop waiting for a rapist to come take that pussy, slap that phat ass and call you a bitch. You know you want it. Go out and get it.
Whose your Daddy?
Uncensored Edition of I'm at it again... now available at Euftis.com
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Uncensored Edition of OTC Magazine Vol. 1 Now Available
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I get a lot of flack from readers who can't wait for me to get my next book done. However, with those that complain, they are not aware or pay attention to the material that I publish in my blogs and website to market my work to the un-initiated and entertain them between books.
Erotica, sex advice, playboy lifestyle, book excerpts for work in progress to name a few are just some of the things that I put out to meet the insatiable needs of my readers.
Hence, periodically I will bundle this work up in an E-Zine for your viewing pleasure. So now those of you complaining can download my e-zine since your lil fingers are too lazy to type out the address of my blog or website.
Happy now? Damn babies... Shaking my head.
So you can choose to search through my blogs or I’ll package everything up for you nice and pretty in an enhanced E-Book stuffed with plenty of links and nasty pictures.
If you're new to my work hopefully you will check out my books because if you find my blog entries entertaining I guarantee that you'll love my books.
With that said, welcome to Off the Chain Magazine Vol. 1. I hope you enjoy it.
Euftis
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Uncensored Edition of Revenge Between my Lover's Legs Now Available
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Euftis is married to a mentally unstable Leata who is verbally castrating, undermines him with his children, and deprives him sexually in order to control him.
Michelle is the perfect wife married to an egotistical and manipulative husband who uses her to give him the illusion of propriety.
Euftis and Michelle will find each other and together they will both get...REVENGE.
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Ms. Nipples Undressed
Following, is a interview that that I did with her. Reading it will give you a deeper understanding of the character Lvette and I hope you are moved by the pictures of her that I have In the book.
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The science behind Coogi
In the past, I would visit the Coogi website weekly and salivate over the line of limited edition clothing that changed every quarter.
I would mentally file away all the items that I wanted but couldn't afford. That is until now.
Currently, I have over two hundred Coogi items that I floss year round.
"Liven' better now... Coogi sweater now..."
Although, I collect Coogi dress shirts, jeans and jackets, the sweaters are what I covet most.
When fashion-challanged individuals gawk at a Coogi sweater they are over-whelmed with the swirling colors and wonder why someone would wear on.
However, when I look at a Coogi sweater I see a work of art.
I've always been fascinated with art in its various forms and feel that clothing that mixes art with wearability is the ultimate expression of artistic expression.
This article expands on hazem the architect behind the science of the complex patterns that make the brand of Coogi recognizable on sight.
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Audio book Excerpt for Grass, Ass or Cash...No One Rides for Free!
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Step into the unapologetically raw and provocative world of Euftis Emery with Grass, Ass, or Cash… No One Rides for Free. This extended novella delivers a bold remix of a fan-favorite story from Emery’s earlier work, Off the Chain, now expanded with new heat, deeper grit, and sharper edge.
Set on the campus of Howard University in the late '80s, the story follows a savvy Technical Assistant who knows how to hustle code, cash, and carnal pleasure in equal measure. As he navigates late-night programming labs, sexual barters, and the unspoken economy of intellect and intimacy, Emery paints a vivid, often humorous, and always unfiltered portrait of student life and street smarts colliding in a digital age before smartphones and social media.
Told in Emery’s signature voice—blunt, wickedly witty, and erotically charged—this story doesn’t pull punches. It's a wild ride through coded seductions, bad dick reports, and snappa-level encounters, all underlined by real talk about sex, power, and campus culture.
For readers who crave urban erotica that’s brutally honest, laced with humor, and charged with heat, Grass, Ass, or Cash is a no-holds-barred must-read. But fair warning: no one rides for free.
