The amazing thing about New York City is the noise. From way up high, the city never sleeps. The traffic buzzes through the streets like so many bees, heavy on the taxis, a bold rush.

We just got back from the theatre, the fast cab, and we're starting to get tipsy from the vodka tonics. It's so late, and my feet are sore, but I haven't undressed yet because I know what's coming and I want it. The silence has settled, comfortable- we picked the show apart, all the performances, nuances and design, and now you're watching me like you do. I can feel your eyes burning into me as you change the music on the ipod and set down your drink.

I'm standing, my back to you, pressed up against the window of the hotel room, looking out, my tits cold against the glass, watching the traffic, listening, when I feel your hand around my neck, covering my mouth. I bite your fingers, then lick, as your other hand moves to my hair, pulling just a little bit. You kiss my neck, gentle, I can feel your breath, hovering. My nipples peak slightly against my shirt as you bite me. You don't care if you leave a mark, you never did. Insistent bites, nuzzling my neck, my hair, your hands moving around me, to my waist, caressing my belly, grinding your cock into the crack of my ass. One hand caressing the backs of my thighs, your nails raking up my ass cheeks and spreading them apart as you stroke your cock against the back of my silk thong, up against my skirt, one hand holding me up as I balance in my heels, my pussy getting so wet. And then your mouth, moving down my back as your hands swiftly turn me to face you, my back against the glass, as you lift my skirt and slide down my body, pushing my bra up to cup and squeeze my tits, hard so it hurts, tweaking the nipples, leaving my shirt up, my tits swollen and exposed for you. You spread the lips of my pussy with your fingers, looking up at me with that look of pure hunger.

"Say my name, bitch. I want to hear it. Make some noise for me. "

And then your tongue on my clit as you open me up, your hands on my ass as I spread my pussy for you. Eating me, licking my clit and nibbling on it. God so good. as I moan against you. You pull back.

"Show it to me. Show me what you do when you're thinking about me."

My fingers sweep my clit so slowly for you, smooth hard strokes up down, up down and all I want is for you to put your mouth back there but you're looking at it as I finger myself, looking at my thighs with my skirt hiked up.

"Mm mm mm," you say in that scoldy way.

God I want you to call me all sorts of names right now. But you just tell me again that that's the fucking hottest thing you've ever seen.

And then your hands go back on my ass as you start to fuck me with your mouth, with your fingers, and I have my hands in your hair and I can feel the oil on your skin and I just keep smoothing your forehead while you're eating me. Up against the glass, they can see from across the street and the light is on, and then you're up against me, still standing as I wrap a leg around you and your cock teases my hot wet pussy that I keep so tight for you and as you grind me, your hands work around to the back and now you've got me by both wrists and it hurts, pulling my shoulders back, my tits out. With a moment like wildfire you've cut the cord off the venetian blind and they fall in a cascade as you bind my wrists and toss me on the bed.

And as always, you look at me as you come in and start to fuck me hard, biting my tongue and teasing my mouth and torturing my already sore nipples and plundering my ass and you're still there saying,

"Come on, say my name. "

Three little letters. I scream them. You slam into me hard and I take it, all of it, every inch of the plow, you deep inside this ring of desire. You fuck me until you're exhausted, until my pussy clenches around your cock in helpless climax, until you shoot it all up into me and lay on top of me, spent. I want to feed you until you're full. You think you'll never be satisfied but you could be. You fuck me until you can't fuck anymore.

Jungle Fever. A played out term for a hot night.

A girl's gotta have her priorities. Your black skin, muscular body and huge cock are standard issue. But smart, professionally employed and single? Check check check. And nice car. You look good getting out of it. With my very delicate, very pale skin, and soft curves, we're going to look great getting it on. Your hardness, my softness. We're going to look like dessert. I wish there was a mirror in my room.

You're friendly, too, and your shoes are so clean! As we walk up to my door, I ask you if you're nervous. "Nah," you say. "Are you?" "A little," I say.

You have expensive taste in vodka...luckily I have your brand on hand. I watch you looking around my apartment as I make you a drink.

Your hand's on my shoulder while we drink and talk. You start just gently stroking it, then put your drink down. "Still nervous?" you say. I put your fingers in my mouth. You watch me.

"Why don't you put that somewhere else?" you say.
"It hasn't been half an hour yet," I say.
"Let me suck those tits for you," you say.

We don't kiss. Instead, we keep it friendly. You move one side of my lowcut shirt down with your hand, and start sucking on my tits. Gentle, but firm. Your dark mouth on my soft white voluptuousness is beautiful to watch. You smell good. Your hand moves to my pussy, sliding under my jean skirt and pulling aside my black lace panties. Your fingers are strong, confident, as is your voice as you make your next desire clear.

"Come on, little slut, come on. Come for me. Come on my finger. That's right, slut, you like that?" Come right on my finger. No, don't fake it, bitch. Come now. "

For a moment I panic. What if I can't? You'll know. This guy will know. Smart guys do.

"Come on." You continue to urge, and my moans escalate. You are definitely driving this train. Oh yeah. I let go, and come like you want. I'm shocked at myself.

But I don't have that much time, because you are very firmly guiding me to my knees. Standing, you unzip your pants. I am kneeling in front of a fantasy, a huge, hard, very dark cock standing up nice and firm against cut, tight abs. Yum. I don't need encouragement to start in on it.

It's thick, very clean. I want to spend more time working it with my tongue, licking your head and your balls. But you have a deep need for deep throat, and you're nasty and demanding about it, talking me through it as you gag me with it. "Come on. That's right. Suck that shit."

White guys never call it shit.

"Open up. Open up. Open up for me, you little slut." You trap my hands and fuck my mouth as tears come to my eyes. Gentleman you are, though, you back off.

"Wanna move to the bedroom?" I ask. "Yeah," you say. You sit on the bed and I continue sucking on it, on my knees. You're working my throat deep, and it's challenging, and it hurts, and it's really turning me on. Finally you pull me up from my knees and turn me onto the bed like a pancake, my ass up in the air, taking my panties down, moving up my skirt. I am on my hands and knees so I don't see you whip out the Trojan Magnum. You got style, baby. All I feel is your hands on my ass as you slide your cock into my pussy for round one.

You are an athletic, precise fuck. I feel like a queen with your cock inside me, especially the way you're taking me. I love being slammed doggie style.

"You like that black dick, you little slut?" Yes I do. And I like that you're willing to mention it. You push me down harder, still inside. Your hands trap my wrists, your mouth on the back of my neck "Come on, wind on my dick now. Come on it. That's right." I squirm and squirm. God yes.

Your fingers caress the tip of my ass, slowly circling the hole as you fuck me, still talking dirty. Then one finger. Oh yeah I love being opened up two ways at once. Moaning now. Other hand grabbing me by the hair.

Now you're pulling out and I can feel the lube squirting down my asshole. Your finger moving from one to two. You work me slowly, opening me up for it as I push against your finger like a good girl, knowing if I go at just the right speed you're going to put a big black cock up my tight white ass and it's going to feel amazing. We open together in silence for a while and then you start with the tip. In a bit, then out, and then it starts to hurt, and you back off, listening, your hand soft on my shoulder. Then in, focused on it, focused on how good it's going to be to work you up there. More. slow. Pushing gently, past the pain, into it. Yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah.

We start to move faster. You're fucking my ass and I'm loving it. "You're a slut for black dick now," you say. "You have a big black dick up your ass and you love it, don't you." Fuck yeah. I tell you how much.

Later you'll slide between my tits and shoot all over my mouth and I'll lick the come off your cock and smooth the rest into my skin and we'll laugh about how French women use it as face cream. But right now...

My moaning, loud. So loud. The windows open. The white girl getting it on with the black stud. In the ass. There goes the neighborhood.

You keep asking if I take it up the ass. For you, of course.

I know you need my pussy first. That you like me on top, that when it comes right down to it despite my ravishing fantasies that's probably how it'll go, I'll sink onto your cock as you bury your face in those tits you love so much. And you'll look into my eyes and search my face as I surrender to your impossibly hard fuck. But consider it dessert.

First of all, you know I deserve a spanking- a borderline beating really for how much trouble and danger I've caused in your life, yes? Way too inconvenient for way too long. Luckily you have me back in check now, wanting nothing but for you to eventually read this and know that I sit hot and wet and think about you when I get the luxury, that you're still the only man in my head. So flip me over in my little black dress, or better yet tell me how you want me and then make me wait for it. The best way is face down. I know you could give me a lot to think about while my legs were spread, my skirt was up, my panties were pulled down in one hard motion and my elbows were on the bed. Especially if I was wearing heels. You'd be surprised at how hard you'd get at my impertinent, trifling little moans and gasps, as I quivered underneath you once you began your punishment, waiting for the next strike. Don't worry about hurting me, I hope I earned it.

Let me sell you on this. You've opened me up with your fingers so you know. You like putting them up there because you like the noise I make, and I know you want to cross the line with me. I asked you about it but I like how you don't care if and when I come, and that's something can I can learn now, how to stay with it when I trust your fingers and cock and mouth enough to let go for them. For you, who will leave afterwards and need time. Like a good quarrel.

I'm going to lose ths one, my ass so red under the palm of your hand, once you start. Go down for a second and just taste me, rude. Make me squirm for it. Just your tongue, just a moment, swirling the hole. Before the finger, probing, one and then two. Now ask me if I like it and make me tell you, because I love having my cheeks go red all at the same time. The dirtier you talk, the more I will respond. I will say anything you want for the right, measured, precise amount of pain and you've seen it.

Move around to my mouth and let me suck you, still legs spread, with my ass up in the air, submissive and waiting. Have you ever seen somebody's legs spread with a training bar? Holding them at a perfect angle to be used as a doll. Make me play with myself for you, moving the wet juice from my mouth to my pussy to my ass until I'm more than ready.

Put the tip against my asshole and make me squirm for it. Tease me until I can't take it. Watch me beg for it. Grab my ass with your strong fingers. Hurt me however you want until the high kicks in and I start begging for it.

And then put it in my ass and take me. Pull my hair and slide it in and make me ride it. All the way up, slamming me deep, with no mercy, your fingers reaching around to stroke my clit while I take the punishment with tears in my eyes. Use your nails to pull me into you harder as I become your vessel, your release, your solace, as you watch the reaction you are causing with your normal impassivity. For real, yeah for real. I really make those noises for you and you really feel it. Your lust, like your edges, has a certain coldness that blows me away.

You won't believe what it sounds like, Tiger. You could come from the sound, if you would let yourself come at all.

I wanted it for so long and you just gave it to me, didn't you. In an alley. Not even an alley, a walkway. Anybody could have come along, but they didn't. Anybody could have heard us, but they didn't. What do you want, you asked. You know, I said. Ok, you said. And down you went.

I looked up into the night sky and spread my legs and you moved aside my panties and tasted what you hadn't tasted in so long. God you went so slow with my hands in your hair just like I thought you would. You were talking it in, I could tell, as my hips rose into your face. Your tongue was so gentle and tentative on my clit, so soft and...I hate to say loving, but that's what it was. Just licking me like you could disappear into my pussy. You just did it. Like there was no game, no decision anymore, like it was the only outcome. The only answer. My skirt up, my legs spread, you face down on the concrete. Not how I thought it would happen. But how else?

You opened me up while you tongued my pussy with a finger right in my ass too, didn't ask, didn't check, just pushed and I spread farther apart and you worked me with this impossible rhythmn until I went crazy against your mouth.

So many times I've washed and dressed for you and nothing has happened. And then like that, with the energy of it all still on us. Oh, I know it's more than you thought you wanted. But I have no regrets. I just wish you didn't.

I got it. Your dirty secret.

SoI'll behave if you will. I'll stop sticking my tits in your face if you stop casually easing up your shirt and slowly tying the drawstring of your pants, low enough so I can see the waistband of your briefs, granting me an excruciating and extended vision of your chest and abs. I'll stop licking the back of your neck when you accidentally press up against me if you stop biting mine. Walk into a dark room and tell me to behave. What did you think was going to happen, Mr. I-Just-Want-T0-Be-Friends?

Well, I guess we know now, don't we, where a sophisticated conversation can lead. One day's heat leading to another's resolve, until the moment of opportunity, where I finally put my hand in your lap while we're staring straight ahead. Now you are not the first man who has done this. The whole this-is-not-happening game. Those on my side of the Madonna-Whore complex know it all too well. Your face stares ahead, lost in my handjob. You moved my hand like a good boy. Tried to keep it light, you know? Catholics. That works once. Then I move back, start jacking you off through your pants, invite your hand onto my tit until it moves between my legs, and I pull down my wasteband and let you in. I work your zipper. I extract your cock. I pump it in the darkness as we play in parallel. You are stroking all that silk and fire now, so much buildup, all for you, as I talk dirty to you, my moment of confession. How you're the only man I think about, which is true and you don't believe. How bad I want you. Your fingers are all over my clit and then you start fucking me with them, real gently, and I'm so close, so fast. But I decide to misbehave after a few minutes of this and deepthroat your cock. You tell me it's not a good idea. You are unconvincing.

I am rewarded, once I find your hotspot, with a vigorous grab on my hair and your hand on my ass. Your nails leave bruises, your hands rake my ass, loving the crazy pain you are causing. Your cock and my throat are a perfect fit. I could service you all night. But you deny yourself, asking me to stop before the moment of truth. And so we talk for a while, ease off, And now I will take the pain of that. For you. Because a few minutes later, your secret can't stay inside anymore.

You tell me I have great tits and so I invite you back for some play. And this is how I learn. You like to hurt girls. It's ok, a common thing, we're both adults, and I have experience. But I am unprepared for what my desire can do in this situation. I will offer you as much as I can. I chose the bra with you in mind, it frames them for play like this. I uncup the left one and guide your hand. You caress, and then zero in on your target. Your fingers find my nipple, hardening, and squeeze. I freeze.

Not for a second, what seems like a minute, like whitehot stars as you apply real pressure to my nipple, and I begin to moan. You increase the pressure, impassive, and I start to fly into the pain. Because you don't stop, my moaning moves out into screaming, and I am still taking it, and I am still there. You give me a break, your face not changing, you don't encourage, I get nothing, then you lick your fingers and come in for more. Yes. Pain I can't describe and my mouth is the only release as I moan and scream and go places abstract with you while you fire up my nipple. Holy god that you dare. This is out of control. I am high on your abilty to make me see stars. I try to talk to you about it but I'm too high....You give me nothing. But it was more truth than you ever told, tiger. What you're capable of, what I'm in for, what submission to you really means.

And all I know is that you own me more and more...and it terrifies me.

You're drunk on my doorstep, so you might as well come in. Yeah, right here in the hall, this wall is perfect for your first move. The ultimate in booty call because you're about to feel what you haven't let yourself feel again. Kiss my neck. Never gets old. Grind up against me, yes. You want to tell me how sexy I am? Is that just the booze talking? Let me make it easy.

You're kind of cute when you're wasted, you know that? Mouth still kissable even as your eyes are hot and feverish, even as your hands wander to places you never let yourself go, really exploring my tits, probably more pressure than if you took your time, studied, were concentrated about it. But no, right now you have no control so I just gotta go with it, baby. You're right about every detail of it but this one. So get your hand out from under my skirt, before you get too much pussy on your fingers.

Allright, just a taste. Geez. It's like Christmas, the way you smell it, the way you put your fingers in your mouth and suck them in those long strokes. It's right there. You can have it if you want it. You prefer to torture yourself, ok.

But you're not fucking me tonight, because fucking me would be cheating. So put your hands in my hair again, yes, you don't need to push down on my head, because I have every intention of sucking you off. Right, that's right, doing you until you're done. Then you'll be able to take a little rest, poor thing. Hair of the dog...

So let's move to the couch. I'll give you a lap dance. Take a tit out of my bra for you to suck. Fuck yeah oh you're hurting it again. You play it, I see stars and I can't control what comes out of my mouth. I wish you were sober. You're really good at it then...But I love your body. You can stall for a moment, but I'm going down, because otherwise we'll fuck, and technically, that's cheating. Shh...you're in no shape to protest, are you, tiger?

I kneel at your feet, ready to keep us both from making a terrible mistake, and put my hand on it. You moan, go someplace else, and I feel you hardening in my hand, surrendering through your shorts, sliding a foot out of your flipflops. I slide my pussy onto your feet and let you feel the wetness through the panties and get to work.

Slow strokes, I recall, are your nemesis. I go nice and rhythmic for you on the outside of your zipper and then slowly draw it down. Gently take your cock out of your pants. God how I missed this part of you. I just have to give him a kiss.

Luckily, he likes it. Slides right into my mouth, surrendering to my tongue. I keep stroking, and licking, pumping with my mouth and pulling off for a little nibbling now and again as you surrender. No kinky stuff, just gently cupping your balls, not the attention I normally lavish on them with the tip of my tongue. That's right now, you can fuck my mouth,it's not your fault, just go slow. You like it deep, my throat opening. You're a good boy, you know that?

I can feel you relax, feel that click in your brain where it gets ok. Feed it to me, I'm not even tipsy. Just lay back and let me take it for you.

God, I love this. I feel the heat between my legs and it only takes a simple shift of position to connect doing you to coming right at your feet. I know you think you'd like to eat my pussy, but you're not going to get to tonight because I'm going to take it down my throat so you can just relax and let me make you come. About time. Yes, that's right. Pull my hair. Drive me down on it. Let me do this for you. Yeah. That's it. Until you can't take it or me any more, soldier. Spill it for me as I come swallowing you shooting down my throat, my head in your lap. Cheers.

Ana, Ana, Ana. How you fuss over me. I love looking down your shirt at those big perky breasts while I'm soaking my feet in your pedicure tub. Your soft voice, asking me if I want my toenails cut “oval”, and then the lotion as you start your massage. I love what you do to my feet, Ana, and when you move me over to do my hands I love that, because then I can really look down your shirt. Ana, you are so particular, the way you tell me what you'll do for me before you do it. You drive me crazy when we're alone in the massage room together, too. Your yummy yummy hips, Ana. Your strong hands on my naked body, oiling me up. When my face is in that cradle, and I'm looking at your feet, I can imagine nuzzling in your lap, I can see the mound of your pussy right under your zipper while you work on my neck, while you introduce each stroke with your soft accent. And oh, when you go up my leg with those rhythmic strokes I have to keep from grinding into the table.

Ana, could we lock the door sometime? Now, you would say, I have something special for you today. It will make you feel so good. You lean in and slowly kiss me, your tongue parting my lips. My hand moves to cup your soft yummy tits and you say, yes, that's so nice. I pull up your shirt and slowly, sensuously flick my tongue around your nipple, gently taking it into my mouth. Ana, I ask, can I pay you back for all the wonderful massages you've given me? You lay back on the table and I take the oil and slide off your shirt, swirling the oil around your belly as I gently caress you. I sit between your legs and rub your pussy through the zipper as you moan, and then open for me. Gently I unzip your jeans and ease them off those round hips. I ask you if you'd like a pillow under your legs to be more comfortable, and then open your thighs. Your pussy is beautiful, wet and wild, a thick hairy bush for me to play with. My fingers slip between your legs, oiled, as I gently work your hole, first with one, then two and three. Slick and moist, I pump your pussy slowly with my hand, feeling the warmth on three fingers. I move to the counter and grab the little icer that you use on my face after my eyebrow wax, and hold its cold to your nipples while I begin to slowly tease you with my tongue. Your pussy is so ample, soft and wet, and I love pleasuring you. Your soft near whisper turns to moans as I circle your clit with my mouth, using breath to keep you turned on while giving you a nice fucking. I really want to turn you over, but I don't want you to freak out, so I whisper in your ear, Ana, can I do the back? You roll over for me on your belly, and I start with the oil on your shoulders, keeping one hand buried in your cunt as I work my way down and spread your ass cheeks with my fingers. Kneeling behind you, I tuck my tongue in the crack of your asshole and you sigh softly, parting your big brown legs a bit further to give me more access. You get up on your knees a bit, and I'm treated to the beautiful sight of you spreading your hole for me, a hand on each cheek. I go in circles, softening up your glory hole while exploring your pussy with my fingers. I love your taste as I lap and kiss away at your hot asshole, and you sigh and relax into it, as I increase the speed of the fucking I'm giving you. Your moans are getting louder now and I slowly slide the icer, freezing, into your asshole, lubing it up with my tongue as you start to buck aganst my face. You don't have another client until six and I can hang around until then.