“Full Moon on Taco Tuesday” Written by Tinker Jeffries
Taco Tuesday.
Last week I swiped right to an attractive freckle honey face woman with locs on the BLK dating app. For the past year, I’ve been obsessed with women with locs, natural curls, short hair, or fros. The icing on the cake she had a dotted face. When I swiped to approve my interest in the woman. Surprisingly the notification ding.
“It’s a match”
popped up on the display of my phone.
“How can I stand out from the rest of the men on the dating app,” I thought.
Before taping the keyboard to send a message I read her bio to get ammo to shoot my shot.
She lived three miles away, yoga student, she has an aromatherapy business, and kids, and searching for a relationship or a platonic friendship. I didn’t have a clue what platonic meant. So I used my best friend google.
“Ok, Google,” I said to the home advice center.
“What does Platonic mean?”
She gave me a lengthy definition. To keep it short it’s nonromantic love. When I mustered my words to type I pulled the trigger.
ME: “I stopped scrolling after you.”
Hour ten minutes later.
Raina: “Really?
How are you doing?
I just read your details, you write
books? That's awesome!”
ME: “Where are you from?
Yes. I'm doing fine. I'm at the mall
eating but you definitely caught my
attention.”
Which she did. I use the dating platform to sell books; not too much for hookups. Trust me I sold hundreds of books off dating apps. The book cover is mainly the display photo for all dating sites I have installed on my phone. Most women's favorite line
“I see you wrote a book. I have to see what you’re talking about.”
I’ll send them my full name Tinker Jeffries then guide them to Amazon or the sexsymbolstore.com website for a signature book. Not tote my own horn. I’m a handsome black guy who published several erotica books. That’s the bate to catch new lady readers.
We swapped words for two days. She mentioned she’s been single for a year after a ten-year relationship. She now wants someone who’s genuine, loyal, honest, open-minded, adventurous, and has a
good sense of humor. Someone She
can build with.
I agreed and asked if we can exchange numbers. I sent my number and I also offered to take her out for tacos in the same sentence.
Next three hours she texted the numbers.
“Hey, it’s Raina.” It was now 5:30pm. I figured it was too soon for her to meet me since she didn’t answer at a fashionable time. So I managed other plans to wash clothes at the laundromat; since the woman, I pay bi-weekly hasn’t answered my calls to wash my laundry in a month. After stuffing the machines with dirty clothes I replied.
“I’m about to FaceTime you.”
During that time my clothes spin in the soapy water inside the machine. We held conversations for the whole entire evening until the fabrics were dry. . She agreed to come over to speak on my podcast. (TWIF Podcast) I thought it was interesting to speak to a woman who’s a retired strip club dancer. She gave me a snippet of how her first dance was and why she began dancing. I stopped her in the middle of the conversation
“Save this convo for my podcast.”
Later in the night near 10 pm, she texted.
“I’m ready.” Then sent the address.
When we spoke earlier she explained that her vehicle was having issues. I accept the fact I have to pick her up but as time heightens I was second-guessing about going to get her. It was a smooth 15-minute drive on route 28 to her house and additional 15 minutes back to my place. The whole entire ride home I believe she said a million words. Her mouth moved like a motor in a speed racer car. She was just talking. I probably said three to six words and asked one or two questions. She made a speech about her last relationship and when I think about this night she uttered her ex the entire night. This woman is hurt in so many ways. She spoke about being a single mother and the challenges it is without the man she has been with for eight years.
Inside the apartment, she was amazed she admired that the place was clean & decorated.
“Your place is a vibe.” All she saw was the kitchen and living room. Plants, canvas photos, elephant decorations, salt lamps strip lights, a bookshelf full of books, and smooth music.
What insane I did not have any intentions of sleeping with this woman. She’s a good-looking woman with a huge personality and a lot of conversation. I had good intentions, I genuinely craved to seep in gradually to get to know the woman before uttering a sexual conversation.
In the bedroom, she asked what the hanging rope above the bed was for. As I mentioned to all women. It’s for decorations although the rope has been used during sexual activities. I didn’t mention this in my book “Starving My past Feeding my future.” Women absolutely love body mirrors. I have mirrors all over my place. The only downfall of having mirrors and a familiar background; women will take photos in front, especially if the lighting is right. If you have a variety of women there’s a good chance of getting caught up. Social media made the world seem smaller.
As the night went on we lay in the bed. Again she spoke to her ex-boyfriend for another 30 minutes this time in detail. I told her my story considering my break-up years back.
#Chapter 1 (Starving My Past Feeding My Future)
“You still want to do the podcast.” She asks.
“Oh yeah. We can do that.” It was getting late I honestly wasn’t in the state of mind to record I was tired. I’m now in my mid 30’s. 11PM feels like 3AM. The late-night shit was over around when I was 32. When a cop knocked on the window while I was sleeping on the steering wheel at the traffic light, after a late-night pussy mission. The cop had me perform a whole sobriety test. The whole time walking in the straight line I sniff an essence pussy on the top lip. Prior to this day, I knew my hanging out late days were over.
We did the podcast on my couch. Dim warm lights gave the environment an earthy feeling. Again she talk a lot and plus she couldn’t hear as well. There were collections of “Huh, What you say? Say that again.” The entire night.
All the years working in the strip club; the loudspeaker caused her to be half dead she explained earlier. During the interview, she overspoke when I asked questions. Talking and talking. When I did get questions in I asked
“What was the reason for you to begin a dancing career?”
“I’ve got kicked out of my mother’s house, stayed with my friend. She had all this money under her mattress. It was the most money I saw at a young age. My friend suggested that I dance.”
“How did you feel when it was your first time on stage?”
“So I’ve got drunk. I had these 3-inch heel prom shoes on with fake diamonds on them. I was so embarrassing but at the same time, my natural spirit thrived. I masked confidence. When it looks real. Everyone thinks it’s real but I was dying inside.”
“Were there a lot of people there?”
“There was three dancer and two men. Watching the women dance before me. I was a little intimidated because they were doing tricks on the pole. When It was my time I was dancing fast like I was going go-dancing. One of the men's customers told me to slow down.”
After the hour interview, it was beyond my bedtime and I had to take her home.
A Tuesday later we met again. This time we participate in taco Tuesday. It was a cool October day but warmer than usual for the fall season. We met at Doce Taqueria restaurant on the south side of Pittsburgh. I order two fish tacos a bowl of queso, nachos chips, and grape bubbly water. She ordered just a queso and a bottle of water. The whole entire time I ate she talked non-stop. I just agreed to everything she said while I devoured each taco with big bites.
“Want to get drinks after? I’m stressed. I just need a drink.”
I took a sip of the bubbly water to take down the food.
“Sure we can do that.” Even though my goal was not to drink this month, what is one drink going to do?
Seven closer to eight PM we went to a bar catty-corner from the taco restaurant on East Carson Street called Jacks. We were greeted by a heavy-set white bartender. The elderly lady was sweet an apple pie. She mentioned she’s been bartending for 27 years.
“I buy this first drink. You’ll buy the next.” Raina said with her locs hanging down her freckle face as we sit on the stool with our phones on the bar. There were about six to eight people, not including the elderly security guard and the lady bartender in the dim bar. Raina ordered coke and rum. I ordered 1800 on ice with a splash of lemon juice. When Raina ordered the drinks she stood up and then strolled to the jukebox behind us. Three drinks in. The conversation went from her moving into a new five-bedroom house and converted to sex talk as her hand caresses my dick. she rubbed the bulge in my jeans like she was attempting to get a genie out. The guard was literally standing behind us.
“I just want to suck your dick.”
“Oh, yeah,” I said sporadically glaring around to make sure we don’t get caught.
“Yes.” She leaned in for a kiss. Our tongues tangled for no longer than 20 seconds. Soon as our tongues untie Raina's phone lit up on the bar. She answered
“How far are you?, Okay. See you when you get here.” She said speaking to the person on the receiving end of the phone. She turns her attention my way.
“Do you want to have a threesome tonight?”
This was the most surprising unexpected question I ever heard. The word was stuck on the tip of my tongue, and I couldn’t answer the question fast enough. My answers were delayed a few seconds back.
“Do you?”
“Yes, yes, yes when tonight.” Now the word “yes” was spitting out of my mouth like bullets.
“My friend will be here in ten minutes.”
600 seconds went past after two green tea shots that a middle-aged white man in company with his girlfriend bought Raina and me I. Minutes chasing the shots Raina's friend walk through the door with another woman.
“Well, you want to have a foursome.” She said then turned towards her friend. I wave the bartender over.
“ Can we get a green tea shot for all of us?” The bartender went straight to work to make the drinks.
The friend was a perfect cocoa skin woman, short and petite with a nice face but her hair was kind of messy. She still caught my eyes. I love dark skin women. We going to call her Cocoa. The woman Cocoa brought with her was definitely eye-catching. She was dressed in oversize clothes. Sweatpants slides with socks and a big sweatshirt. One of those types of women you know will be a jaw-dropper if she dressed up. By the tone of her skin, I believed she was biracial, her hair was brown and blond at the tips. We going to call her Blondie.
We migrated from the bar to the high table in the corner of the establishment. We took more shots as the hands on the clock spinning. The more we drank the more aggressive Raina’s hormones triggered. In front of both of the women. In a bar full of active people she pulled my manhood out, bent over in a stand position, wrapped her lips around then went down fully with a wet mouth while I sat in the tall chair. The Blonde head woman glared directly into my eyes. She didn’t have to speak to tell me that Raina was doing way too much.
“One more shot. We have to go.” I stated.
Before heading home I made a mandatory stop at the gas station for two packs of magnum condoms. After ten minutes of driving under the street lights and taking in the cool breeze through the cracked windows, we arrive at my apartment. The ladies followed behind as I pull into the parking lot. I noticed the full moon soon as I step foot on the concrete. The first thought to mind. I have to gather my crystals and put them outside to charge. The second thought was
“I can’t believe this is about to happen.” Three girls in unison. I’ve had plenty of threesomes but this was going to be a pornhub experience.
Raina followed behind while the other women stayed in the car. Soon as we step foot in the kitchen Raina was removing clothes as we journey through the living room the hallway to the master bedroom. By the time we reach my room she was fully naked.
“What you doing? Take your clothes off.” She said aggressively pinning me back against the bed, causing me to stumble onto the mattress while her fingers wrestled with my belt buckle. As she mange to unstrap the buckle I lift the shirt over my body. She slid the pants halfway down my thighs, incline to her knees on the carpet floor, and grasp both hands behind my lower thighs. The moment was happening so fast and she was so belligerent the mind of my dick couldn’t get aroused in an instant.
“ See, You’re not ready for this. Look at you.” My dick was flimsy as Jello. In the time she aimed to prove her point she grasp hold of my soft thickness, and swaddle her mouth around the black slinky. Pushed her freckle face down my inches. She release her mouth from my dick in an instant I became mediocre hard but not at its full potential. She spat on the cone of my penis. During the time the saliva is dripping down her hand as she moist my manhood I hear the two ladies' voices echoing down the tunnel of the hallway.
“It’s about to happen.” I thought. Raina was stroking and sucking in unison. My slinky went to brick mode. It was standing to solidify like a statue. The two ladies that step into the party. The Cocoa began to plant kisses on my chest. Blondie began to stroke as Raina prolong to suck. The strip light behind the headboard, the bedroom sofa, and the extended console table were royal blue. The warm orange salt lamp on a same table full of elephant decorations and plants gave the bedroom a flaming color. While the women fondle my naked chocolate body I glared at the spinning ceiling fan. The motion of the fan appeared to spin slower than usual as I take in this episode as soft moans escape. I felt like I was in a cloud of pleasure until I felt fingers attempting to jam up my butt. That’s when I fell from the cloud.
“Yo. What the fuck!” I said. My dick went to slinky in a snap of a finger. Raina responds with a quickness while the two ladies pause.
“What.”
“Please. Don’t put your fingers up my ass.”
“That’s where the man g-spot is. I can make you come without touching your dick.”
“I’m not into that. Love. Get on the bed.” I demand.
During the time Raina climb on the bed I crawled between her thighs as the other two stripped to their birthday suits. I build saliva in my mouth and allow a drip to spill onto the clit as I gently press my lips against the clit. Before I can go in for the kill I caught a glimpse in the peripheral of Blondie hovering over Raina. Blondie began to swipe her tongue against the titties as I paint my tongue against Raina's love button. While I’m snacking I felt the mattress sink into the right of us. Cocoa was beside me kissing Raina's pelvis. My tongue slid back and forth against the clit with no mercy. Her moans bounce off the wall.
“Let me get some.” Cocoa wanted a piece of the pie. I scoot over to make room for this chocolate beauty with a nice slim body. She leaned forward and then began to devour her friend's essences. I leaned forward to eat the pie as well. Our tongues were fighting for the clit as we slobbing one another down.
“Oh shit. Oh shit.” Raina wailed while she grasp to hold the high inches of my nappy hair. The room was full of slurping surround sounds.
“Here I cum. I’m about to cum.” Raina announce. The blonde hair continues to caress Raina’s upper body. Sucking on the nipples, kissing on the neck rubbing her down gently. Cocoa allows me to take control of the box eating as she drops kisses around Raina’s stomach area. Within seconds of the notice of cumming. Her soul lifted in the air. Every muscle in her body became tense, once she release all her bones and flopped to the bed. I kept eating.
“Owl. Stop, stop, stop.” She said crawling back to the headboard.
I laid down resting my head on the pillow with a saturated beard.
“I want you’ll to suck this dick.” Cocoa did not budge, she bury her face in this blackness first. Then Raina followed. The blonde woman for some reason began to rub my right foot. Five minutes into getting head I was craving some pussy. Once I’ve got eye contact with Cocoa I spoke.
“Come sit on my face.”
“I can’t I have to wash first. Can you get me a rag?”
“Yes.” Even though this put everything to a slight halt and kind of ruined the moment. I love the fact that she was courteous to wash before I put my lips on her. This compelled me to be further attracted to her.
“Go get her a rag,” Raina uttered as she come up for air with a string of saliva stretching from my dick to her chin.
I stood to my feet butt-ass naked, strolled to the bedroom beside mine, and search through the unfolded clean clothes that I procrastinate to fold for a week. I appeared back in the room, handing Cocoa a rag and towel.
“Where’s the bathroom?” she asks. She disappeared when I gave her the instructions.
Blondie, Raina, and I are in the room.
“Where are the condoms” Raina asked. My pants were on the bedroom couch. I hurried to dig in my pockets to collect the gold wrappers. At this moment I craving some head. The two girls were kissing in the middle of the bed. I stood at the foot end of the bed stroking my mild soft dick. Raina was putting all her power into taking Blondie's pants off but failed every time.
“Take the fucking pants off.” She tugs with force as Blondie's hands wrestle with Raina to restrain and pull her pants down. At this point, shit was getting kind of weird. Watching this fuckery my dick soften then out of nowhere I had to pee. Cocoa reappeared.
“I’ll be back.” I hurried to the restroom speed walking through the hallway then closed the door behind me.
After I drained my whistle I reached for a rag in the bathtub. During the time I’m washing my dick I’m glaring in the mirror at myself for less than a minute. My thought was. “Why do I live this lifestyle? I need a change. This is not it.” In the middle of washing my ass, the door swung open.
“What you doing? Where’s the dick?” Raina stated. When she fully open the door I’ve seen all three heads.
“Here I come. Why are you’ll busting in here?”
“BECAUSE. WE. WANT. THE. DICK.” Raina voiced.
“We should wash him up.” The blonde hair suggested.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Turn the shower on.” I followed her instructions. I shift the nob to the left and place my palm underneath the water for a temperature check. When it was warm enough for me to step in the hard spraying water rained down on my chocolate structure. Cocoa stood in the doorway observing the scenery. Raina hops onto the sink and then spread her legs apart. I did not notice she was tatted until the bright lights in the bathroom expose her tattoos. Ink covered her thighs, arms, chest, and a few by the pelvis. The blonde hair woman reaches for a hanging rag and the liquid soap. I glared down at blondie and notice that she has hazel eyes. She pour the soap into the navy-blue rag as she glances seductively into my eyes. It was like she was staring into the temple of my soul. She glides the soapy rag amidst my chest all while we glare into each other’s eyes. Lines of soap suds cascade down to my dick and dwindle into the water at my toes. Raina was now stimulating her clit as she watch from the sink top. Blondie covered my whole entire figure in soap. When she dropped to the bathroom mat, she put the rag to the side and then began to stroke me at a desirable slow pace. In her palms, my dick was solid as a brick, black as night with a curve. Blondie had me beyond arouse. During the time she stroke she was glaring at my manhood like it was a snack with her tongue hanging inches away. Soap oozing in the seam of her fingers as she beat this dick with so much passion. No doubt in my mind she was on the mission to get the nut out of me.
On the rise of climaxing I was detracted by moans on the sink. Raina was fiddling with her pussy, in the moment of satisfaction, her head rested against the mirror as she rubs herself to an orgasm.
“I want some dick.” Cocoa abruptly announces.
I restrained from shooting my natural juice onto Blondie's face. I Dried off than in the next minute I’m in the bedroom with all three women touching me. Standing on my twos. Cocoa laid on the bed with my dick in her face, covering her saturated mouth around a quarter of my pole. Raina kneel to her knees to paint her tongue on my balls while blondie stood behind stroking my hardness into Cocoa's mouth.
“I want the dick.” Cocoa utter in the thickness of sucking.
“Give her the dick. I’ll watch.” Raina demand. I reached for the condom on the small coffee table near the entrance of the bedroom.
As I rip the condom out of the package the two girls left the room. Now it’s Cocoa in me alone.
Before the thought of plugging myself inside, I split her legs apart in due course I place my lips around the clit and then slightly suck as my slippery tongue slide against the center. I slither for no longer than two minutes. What I call pre-treat. You know the song “Lick it before you stick it.” In a missionary position, her foot planted on the dent of the mattress. I hover over her chocolate shinny body then I gradually shift my black curve hardness in her tight muffin inch by inch. This woman's walls were closed in. I honestly thought her pussy was going to swallow my pipe with one stroke. Her moans let loose as I pave the way deeper Inch by inch until all of the thickness filled all diameters of Cocoa walls. I rock my waist in a moderating to send an impeccable deep stroke. The two women who’ve disappeared. I did not have a clue where they were. Maybe they were in the living room tangling with one another, I was not concerned whatsoever. The cocoa inside felt like warm chocolate gold. I relished and absorb every second as dig in and out as her feet dangle on my shoulders. Each time the dick touched depth she let out a moan. I lean forward in mid penetration
“Cum on this dick, cum on this dick,” I said as I began to gradually increase in and outward. The breathing increase the moans in all, she now was becoming accustomed to what I had to offer. I felt a wet sensation splash like a super-soaker water gun. My sheets had a humongous puddle in the center of the bed.
“Turn around.”
She followed my command. In the midst of alternating positions, I heard the two other ladies coming near. That did not stop me from delivering dick inside of Cocoa. Raina and Blondie sat on the edge of the bed as we performed. The two ladies smelled like they smoked an entire tree of marijuana. I assume they were outside on the patio getting lifted.
Chocking, pulling hair, slapping ass, and talking shit all mix in the sexual chemistry Cocoa and I shared. It was a good 20 minutes of intimacy. The condom became tight so in mid-stroke, I wanted to put a new latex on. When I stood up to get the fresh trojan Cocoa stood up as well. Raina was talking about a storm as usual and Blondie remained observative and relaxed. Cocoa gathered her clothes and then got dressed, Blondie followed and got dressed along with her.
“Come here, Raina. Sit on this dick.” I said.
She crawled onto the bed. After this moment the night got weird. Raina attempted to wrestle with me. Really wrestle with me this is not a punch line. We rolled over the bed, falling off the bed. The two ladies left the house in the midst of our wrestling.
When Raina came aware that her friend left and noticed that it was 1 am.
“You have to take me home. I have to get home to my children.”
I agreed to take her home. I got dressed and then search for my wallet. It was nowhere to be found.
“I’m not taking you home if I don’t find my wallet.” I firmly said.
2am I had no idea where my wallet was. I remember there were about $400
Maybe I misplaced it or did the ladies get out on me. I will never know. Raina caught a uber home and we never spoke again.
The foursome wasn’t worth the hassle. Plus I did not cum. Leave comment ✍🏿
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