Sexcapades

by HoneyB

Genres: General Fiction

Synopsis

From New York Times bestselling author of Black Erotica HoneyB comes a tantalizing tale about naughty misalliances in the workplace. Nick and Natalie are two lovers whose sexual lives are more than above average, but they are both competing for the same CEO position in the firm that they work for. Justin Flint has the power to persuade the Board of Directors. He is bisexual and attracted to both Nick and Natalie, but he doesn't know that they are lovers. After secretly sleeping with both of them, Justin announces his decision. Natalie has gotten the position in Paris. Nick is furious because he has sacrificed his sexuality and his manhood for this position. Natalie is now torn between the love of her life and her dream job. She chooses to move to Paris. Although she is in Paris, she is miserable without Nick, so she creates a position for an assistant so that he will come to Paris also. Will Nick follow her? Will past skeletons come back to haunt her and Nick?

Release date: March 12, 2008

Publisher: Grand Central Publishing

Print pages: 288

Sample

INTRODUCTION

Sex · ca · pades: wild and exciting sexual undertakings (not necessarily lawful)

Sexcapades is erotica at its best.

Prepare yourself for a sexual metamorphosis. This novel is tasteful, tantalizing, daring, and at times shocking. Get ready to hold on to your genitals because the sexual scenes in Sexcapades are sensuous, sizzling, and mind-blowing.

Before continuing to read this book, you are encouraged to take three deep breaths. Fill your lungs to maximum capacity, hold your breath for five seconds, and then exhale all of your inhibitions. Proper breathing during sex heightens your orgasms. You will want to cum just for fun by yourself or with someone else. Let your feelings and your fluids flow freely. Buy a leather whip. Take an exotic trip to a nude resort. Release your animalistic instincts. Hiss at your boss if you want to. Growl at your neighbor if you desire. Spark a sexual fire inside of you that heats up everybody around you. You don’t need permission to be a sexual god or goddess.

Good sex is healthy and stimulating. Sex has healing powers. Did you know having sex two hundred times a year can make you feel and look up to six years younger? Now that you know, don’t skip the quickies; every orgasm counts. Because it’s difficult to find one person to fulfill all of our needs, multiple intimate partners are healthy emotionally and physically. Most men have experienced the benefits of multiple partners. After reading Sexcapades, women will decide how many partners they’d like to have and why.

Fuck responsibly and wrap that dick up.

Women, you don’t have to be in a relationship to satisfy or explore your sexual desires. Masturbate or find a partner you enjoy having sex with. Ask the man or men that appeal to you, “Would you like to be my sex buddy?” Go back to the Let Me Whisper in Your Ear page and write your e-mail address and/or your number inside a copy of Sexcapades and give him the book. After he’s read your personal message, and, trust me, he will, ask which chapters are his favorites, and why. Engage him in an open-ended discussion about sex and sexuality. Ladies, you should know what you want and expect from a man in and out of bed. Oh, and never suck his dick before he licks your clit.

Men, this novel is equally intended for you. You can say to a woman, “I’m in search of a Sexcapades babe and I was hoping that you could help me find her.” Write your number and contact information along with a personal message inside a copy of Sexcapades and give her the book. Giving her the book is a safer approach than asking her to do the things you like that are in the book. If you’ve given the book to the right woman, she’ll call you. If you’re a good lover, she’ll call you again.

For men who prefer men and women who like women, Sexcapades was written with you in mind. There are same sex encounters in several chapters. Irrespective of who’s having sex, I want each reader to read between the thighs and the lies as if you were each character. What I’m learning is that every sexual community is plagued with sexually repressed individuals. A fifty-year-young good-looking lesbian disclosed to me, “I’ve never had a woman make love to me.” Her words were sincere and important. In a relationship, no one wants to feel as though they’re getting fucked.

Sex is boring when you don’t know how to make love or at a minimum exhibit passion. If you’re simply fucking every person you have sex with, lying dead like a fish, trying to knock the bottom out of the pussy, not squeezing the dick with your pussy, or wondering how long it’s going to take the other person to cum so you can go, you’re wasting everyone’s time including your own. Sex is powerful when you are in touch with the erogenous zones of your body, and of your partner’s body, and when you’ve mastered how to maximize your sexual energy. You must tune in to your partner’s reactions.

It’s time for Western culture to stop being so damn hypocritical about sex. Western culture thrives on paranoia. “It’s wrong to have sex out of wedlock. It’s illegal to have sex if you’re under the age of eighteen. It’s a sin to have sex with the same sex.” Even within religions, ministers, preachers, priests, rabbis, etc. make their congregations feel guilty about sexual pleasures. Some religions go as far as to ostracize fornicators and refuse Communion to divorced couples.

There are preachers on episodes of Dateline television trying to have sex with minors. Politicians are on so-called private lists with madams. There are people who have sex with dogs and cows. Boys, girls, women, and men are raped more by family members and friends than by strangers. Individuals lie about their marital status to get laid. We’ve had a nationwide class-action lawsuit against dioceses due to priests molesting children within the Catholic Church.

These unscrupulous acts occur because Western society teaches us to suppress instead of encouraging us to embrace our natural sexual instincts. Some folks sneak, hide, rape, and commit sexual offenses because societal stigmas make them feel ashamed of wanting to have sex. Too many people are taught to believe that sex is dirty, it’s wrong, it’s sinful, etc.

I say, “Sex among consenting adults is wonderful.”

I don’t understand parents who tell their children not to have sex when what they should do is educate their children on safe and responsible sex. I don’t condone minors having sex, but teenagers are going to have sex regardless of what their parents say. In most cases the parents did not practice what they’re preaching to their children.

Like some of you, I started having sex when I was fourteen and ended up pregnant at fifteen because I had no adult to openly talk with about my raging hormones. Parents are disseminating old information to a new generation of sophisticated children and it didn’t work then and it’s not working now. Teenagers are being violated via the Internet by sex predators and pedophiles because their parents think their children are safe because they’re at home on the computer. It’s time to get real about sex and sexuality. Ignorance is worse than education. I want everyone to go to www.familywatchdog.us and research the sexual predators in your neighborhood. You might be surprised.

The reality is abstinence is abnormal. What Western culture needs to do is develop a healthy mental attitude and approach toward sex education. God made us to procreate and mate. If no one taught us how to have sex, we’d do it naturally.

It’s time for women to wake up and stand up and claim their rights to sexual freedom. Women need to start opening up and expressing themselves sexually without any consideration of males’ opinions. Ladies, fuck ’em. When you want to. If you’re single like me, you might adopt my motto. Until the right one cums along, “Take the dick and run.”

Don’t invest your time trying to make him a man if he’s not already. I ain’t tryna bring a man up or hold a man up and I tell him that when I meet him. Don’t try to lift him up if he hasn’t picked himself up. Don’t try to upgrade his lifestyle if he’s content. Dick is plentiful and free, so don’t pay for it. Don’t let him drop you off at work and keep your car. Don’t give him keys to your house if he’s not paying the rent or the mortgage. Under no circumstances should you ever let a man hit you. Ou, I have a zero tolerance for a man who lay hands on a woman and you should too. And when you finish fucking him, don’t hesitate to put him out.

That’s what some men do, you know. “Oh, just read this book and judge for yourself. And if you make it to the Essence Music Festival in New Orleans, just drive down N. Rampart Street across from Louis Armstrong Park at night and check out the sea of fine-ass black men. Yes, men. For blocks and blocks you’ll see all men. If you lose track of your man, you might just find him over there ass up or ass out or on the corner with a dick in his mouth. Don’t take my word for it. I ain’t got to lie y’all.”

Where was I? Oh yeah. When women deny men sex as a form of discipline, women are actually denying themselves sexual gratification. The male will either suppress his sexual appetite or feast someplace else; in an alarmingly increasing number of cases single and married men are mating with men to satisfy their sexual appetites.

Stigmatized promiscuity and gay bashing result in closet lesbians, men on the down-low, lovers who cheat on their spouses, and an increase in sexually transmitted diseases. If a woman knows her husband is bisexual, she can ask him to use a condom or she can ask for a divorce. If a man is aware that his lover contracted HIV from having an affair, he can protect himself during sex or he can end the relationship.

All this lying, deceiving, tiptoeing, and creeping by folks who are supposedly grown just to have sex has gotten the HoneyB fed up. Look in the mirror and be honest with yourself. Stop all the lying and double standards. You can’t be everything to everybody, so stop trying. No one person will ever satisfy your every need. You will never own anyone’s dick or pussy, so stop acting like you do. Do whatever you want but tell the truth. Many couples are miserable and too many married individuals are unhappy. Please realize that a person’s sexuality is not a measure of their character. And a grown person does not need your permission to be an adult.

Society should embrace all types of sexuality: homosexuals, heterosexuals, lesbians, and, in my case, try-sexuals. I’ll try most things once. If I like it, I’ll do it again. If I don’t like it, that’s it, I’m done. But at least I know, based on my personal experiences, what appeals to me. I don’t give credence to society’s predetermination of what’s morally correct. I say, “Screw society because the people making up the rules sure as hell aren’t living by the rules.” Like the individuals in Jena, Louisiana, who incarcerated Mychal Bell and charged several African American teens in 2007 for defending themselves against several white guys while the white guys were never ever charged. And it all started because some African American teens wanted to sit under a tree designated for “whites only.” I’ll stop here because injustice against any race upsets me. Back to my point, it’s my prerogative to enjoy sex with whomever I choose.

Other cultures understand the healing powers that are exchanged between couples during sex. And there are so many ways to have healthy sex without penetration, like mental stimulation, cuddling, foreplay, masturbation, cunnilingus, and fellatio. The best sex occurs prior to orgasms, which last only a few seconds. The human touch is powerful and healing. Try it and see for yourself. Hug, caress, or stroke someone. Lovingly play in their hair and watch their body spontaneously relax. Rub their feet. Kiss the nape of their neck in public. Massage or lick their nipples and observe their reactions.

Sexcapades is about your personal journey to freely explore your sexuality. If particular scenes arouse you, allow your mind to engage in the sexual moment and stimulate your senses. Masturbate if you want to. Then think, write, or talk to a friend about how the sex scenes made you feel. Be honest with yourself. This is your opportunity to grow spiritually and sexually. After you’ve assessed your sexual feelings, embrace your new discovery.

As seen on The Oprah Winfrey Show, 51 percent of all women are single and 75 percent of all African American women are single. I agree with Oprah when she said, “That’s a good thing.” Women are choosing whether they want to become wives or have children, realizing that they are not defined by having a man or a husband. Personally, I never want to get married again. Sure I could, but what I prefer is compatibility, compassion, love, sex, affection, intellectual stimulation, and friendship, none of which requires a legal commitment.

Marriage today is way overrated in my opinion. Most married couples don’t effectively communicate with one another. Millions of married people are having extramarital affairs. And way too many people are simply married on paper to maintain their financial status. So I give one thumb-down to married couples who are unaware of their sexual power and two thumbs-up to sexually liberated singles. You know the singles I’m talking about. They’re always walking around smiling, happy, and energetic and they have lots of stories to share about the people they’re dating or places they’ve traveled.

So, ladies, for those of you in search of Mr. Right, enjoy sex with Mr. Right Now until you find the man of your dreams. If you’re like me, make new friends around the world and have fun wherever life takes you.

Most important . . . if you don’t remember anything else I’ve said, “Honey, be safe, don’t get stung. Fuck responsibly. Wrap that dick up!”

SEXCAPADE 1

Nick

I’m gonna make you cum, with my mouth . . . Is that okay?”

Every word she spoke was exhaled faintly above a whisper.

Eagerly he nodded, causing his forehead to bump her nose several times.

Reclining until his back meshed flat against the bed, Nick interlocked his fingers behind his head, generously spreading his lean, muscular thighs nice and wide, professing, “This big banana dick is all yours, lovely. Open wide and proceed with caution.”

The long sweet swerve of his hard-on curved into a perfect hook that he knew could hit the corners of her pussy with the same precision that his Bentley mastered the curvaceous mountainside of Highway 1 in San Francisco.

The plush pillow-top mattress snugly fitted with a black satin sheet sucked in his entire body like an undercurrent drawing a mannequin beneath the sand of the ocean floor. Clearly Nick realized it wasn’t the mattress making him weak. It was how she’d said what she said that caused blood to rush to his dick and harden, yearning to have her plump, juicy lips anywhere on him. Right now, any set of her sensuous lips against his inferno flesh could make him shoot cum all over her titties.

The image of Natalie’s gorgeous face—hovering two inches from his—shielded his view, yet he knew directly above the bed was her mirrored ceiling. Oh how badly he wanted to watch her seduce him. Being able to see her wrap those luscious cherry-stained lips around his thick dick made him . . . damn, he had to suppress his urge to explode all over the curly pussy hairs twirling between his fingers.

Brushing her mouth against his ear, Natalie gasped, then exhaled, “Umm,” exuding her sexual energy. “Ou, baby. Looking at your sexy body,” she said, pausing to circle her fingertip atop his erect nipple, then continued, “is making my pussy sooo wet. I love it when you make my pussy juicy. Do you like that too?”

Anxiously he nodded, glad she’d slid over to the adjacent pillow, allowing him to become both a voyeur and a participant. Staring at her reflection in the ceiling, he found her more beautiful, inside and out, each time they had intercourse. Regretfully he’d promised not to break agreement number two: never to fall in love with her, and since he was a man of his word, he focused on the overwhelming pleasure invading his six senses.

Natalie’s touch was feathery. Her taste, sweet and sticky like rock candy slowly melting in his mouth. Her smell, the light fragrance of his favorite sundae topping, warm melted caramel drizzled atop rich brown sugary pecans, with the whipped cream of her cherry spread across his face. The sound of her voice made his dick ooze with precum but beholding the beauty of her heavenly body was orgasmic foreplay. With all things considered, nothing or no woman could match the spiritual magnetic energy that attracted and bonded him to her.

“You with me, daddy?” she asked, planting a delicious kiss on his mouth.

Nick’s lips pressed together as his eyes shifted away from hers concealing his love for her.

While he was motionless, she stretched her thigh wide across his chest, then wiggled her hips, inserting his middle finger inside her vagina.

Probing for her G-spot, he said, “Oh damn, you’re hot and wet.”

“Um, hmm, told you so,” she moaned, gyrating on his finger. “Deeper, daddy, go deeper for mama.”

Enjoying the seduction, he watched her slow motions as she held her outer lips, then spread her pussy apart exposing her long stiff shaft and shiny protruding clit. Gazing deep into his eyes, she confirmed, “This good pussy is all for you.” Then she squirmed onto his finger until his knuckle damn near disappeared into her hot fleshy hole. Slowly moving his hand, Natalie amazingly sucked all of her cum off his finger using her vaginal muscles.

“Fuck!” Nick yelled to himself.

This should be the day he asks to fuck her in the ass. No, no, not today. Asking might ruin the moment. He didn’t want to do anything to make her unhappy. If he played along with her, would she eventually change her mind and marry him? He’d better hold off on anal sex and save that for their honeymoon.

If any more blood cells detoured to his dick Nick would definitely bust a nut from his gut through his balls, splattering her pussy with his seeds. That was, if he didn’t pass out first. Exhaling, he tried to relax a little, glancing at the picture of them on her nightstand as they casually hugged at the company picnic. Everyone at the corporate headquarters of Dons and Divas Restaurants was clueless that they were sex partners.

They weren’t a couple, or dating. Sex for them was initiated out of convenience. Nick didn’t have time to court and wait until a woman was ready to have sex only to discover after several dates what the woman really had was sexual hang-ups and insecurities about her body. “I’m not sucking your dick or licking your balls, so don’t ask. Oh, and just so you’ll know, I have sex only with the lights off.” Nor did Nick want to experience a bad fuck that would force him to ditch her and call the next woman on his long list of names gathered from speed dating.

His fantastic fuck partner had her own reasons for blowing him on the regular. Natalie didn’t want to have sex with a different man every night but when she’d confessed that she had to have at least one orgasm a day to relive the stress of her demanding job, Nick quickly volunteered to assist her. Being that she was his counterpart, he completely understood and willingly accommodated her requirements for sexual fulfillment.

Now that they were deep into their uninhibited sexual relations, Nick wanted all of Natalie—mind, body, soul, and her hand in marriage. But she’d warned him that making such a request could risk everything, including the million-dollar promotion. They were competing to manage the company’s new Dons and Divas Restaurant in Paris, France.

With all of their concerns, nothing was more significant than rule number one: no matter what they’d always remain best friends. The last and final rule was sex every day, even if for only fifte. . .