One Night Only (Male Version)

Have you ever thought what you would do with somebody if you had only ONE NIGHT with them?

Who would thought that my creative writings would get me this far? My brother always told me to go to the top of the ladder. His thoughts and support is the reason why I am here and I would like to say thanks AL!!! I have been getting letters through the mail from people around the world who has read my work. Thanks to all my fans for your support.

I have been invited to attend a tour named TAA (Top African Authors). So here I stand, surrounding myself around famous and high respected authors that have sold millions of the books/novels/short stories. Taking pictures with fans and signing autographs is something I never thought I will be doing because it was not my priority. Traveling around the world from cities such as Chicago, Los Angeles, Dallas, New Orleans, and New York has been a climate in my life. I received a letter from a fan that stood out from other letters.

It read: Hello, my name is Jessica and I am a huge fan of your writings. I cannot wait until you come to my city (Miami) so we can actually get a formally greeting. I have been reading your stories since your wrote the 1st Day of Cancer. After reading that story, I was in love. It wasn’t about the sex scene either, just how you put everything together, whether it was fiction or non fiction. I will definitely be in the building and at the after party. Hopefully we can link up and catch up because I have a lot of questions that you have the answers to. Until then, I will see you next month.

Sincerely,

Jessica C

After reading the letter I was in stock. Thinking to myself “Damn, this woman really must love my work.” She has my tour dates when and where I will be arriving. I hope she look good because I am not trying to be around somebody who is immature. These tours are crazy. Having conferences and speaking to the public about my work is a good thing. The only thing is that I had to leave behind are my two girls. I call them everyday to check up on them and to give them an update on how everything went that day.

A month has passed and I am in Miami. What a beautiful city this is. How can I distinguish who is Jessica? I wasn’t really in a tunnel vision just to look for Jessica, but she was on my mind. My boy Taylor picked me up from the airport. We rode around the city to check it out. I have never been to Miami but my first impression is my last impression and I’m hoping this will be a good experience in my life. We stop at a hole in the wall to grab some food. Taylor and I are catching up on this experience in my life. I’m telling him “This is a path in the road I did not expect to take, but I am glad I am here now. The only person I can thank is the one above, God”. I try to keep a low profile whenever I am traveling but when people know you, they know you. People started approaching me at my table to introduce themselves to me. I didn’t want to hold a conversation with them because I was in the middle of feeding my face plus I had my boy with me. I didn’t mean to be rude, but I just had to tell them to attend the TAA tomorrow at the W.E.B. Dubois Hall. After partially filling my stomach up, we decided to head out. We are in the car and he puts in the latest CD by Lil Wayne. I’m rocking to this cd heavy while we past a Bob Marley around. We end up at the hotel. So far everything is good. Soon as I get my room situated, I plan on rolling up before I call it a night then hitting up my true number fan my daughter.

The event is in a few hours. I’m getting my self together by collecting my thoughts and ideas. The limo driver is outside waiting for me the desk attendant says when he called my room. As we pull up to W.E.B. Dubois Hall, paparazzi is everywhere. They have a red carpet out of the celebrities. The driver opens my door and before I can stick my foot out, reporters/cameras is blocking the door. My driver had to hold them back like a barricade. I get out and the crowd is crazy and loud. I can only smile and wave back. My heart is beating 100mph. I’m actually walking the RED CARPET. I’m feeling like Kanye West “You can’t tell me nothing!!” I stop here and there to talk to the reporters, to pose for the cameras, and to chit chat with a fan or two. I walk inside and all the authors are talking to reporters. I acknowledge the other authors ZANE, Eric Jerome Dickey, Shannon Holmes, Toni Morrison, Omar Tyree, Sister Souljah, and Terry McMillan. The event planner tells us to head to the back so she can feel us in for the evening. She said it is going to be a panel discussion with Q’s and A’s from the audience. It’s twenty minutes to eight, and I am starting to get cold feet knowing that this is my six city I have visited for some reason. The announcer introduces each author for their own entrance. I am third. When my name was announced I felt the ground shake. I walk out and the first thing I see is a bright light. After my focus came into play, I’ve seen everybody out of there seat giving me around of applause. I walked to the edge of the stage to wave to the audience from left to right. I came back to my seat to get comfortable and get this thing on the road.

The audience asked some hard question, but this one particular fan asked “I have a lot of question but I know you have the answer to it. But I will only ask one question. Is everything that you authors write true?” When she stood up, I was feeling the body and the hair. She had her hair straight down with strikes of light brown. Her breasts looked perky, just a good cup size! All the authors laughed but we did answer the question. But when I was about to answer the question, I asked to repeat the question just to make sure I heard it correct. The fan repeated her question. I stated “Well, what do you think Miss…” She said Jessica. I said “well Miss Jessica, some events are true others are not.” After I found out whom that fan was, I never took my eye of her and I highly doubt she took her eye off of me.

After the discussions, the crowd came rushing to us to ask us more questions but I was trying to weave through the crowd to get to Jessica. I seen her at the door posted up on the wall with her boyfriend I presume. We made eye contact then she left. The event coordinator stated “refreshments are being held on the third floor.” I was hoping she was headed there. I’ve made my way upstairs and headed straight for the refreshments. While I have a cup of wine in my hand, fans wanted me to sign autographs. After I signed some more autographs, I turned around and grabbed crackers and cheese but as soon as I turned around again. She was right there. I was in shock. I asked her to accompany me over to a table. As soon as I said that, I came back with “well I don’t want your other company to be disrespected, you better off keeping him company.” Jessica stated “I have a little time on my hand before he decides to leave.” She started laughing and we walked to the table. We sat together discussing some of my works. We talked about my family and hers as well. She said she did a book report on one of my stories Past v. Present for her graduate class. She said the topic was finding a meaning to something that has a symbolic message. I asked her “what grade did she get?” She replied with “an A of course.” The conversation was good. My dick started to get hard off of some of the things she stated/worded. After talking for like half an hour, we had to depart so we hugged each other. The hug wasn’t just a hug; it was a long ass hug. I know she probably felt it, but shit I definitely didn’t want to hide it from her. She turned around and headed back to her boyfriend. I gathered my things and headed to the elevator. I took it down to the first floor. While I was pushing door open to outside, I heard my name. I turned around and it was Jessica. She came out and side “I have one night, one night only” I looked back at her man, we made eye contact and I tilted my head to the left and shoved my shoulders (as if I was holding a heavy object in one hand and a light object in the other).

We got in the limo and drove off to my hotel. Her phone was ringing but she didn’t answer it. We were tossing drinks back as if we were celebrating. She jumped on me and started holding my head with both hands as if my head had to be still. Kissing, licking, cuirassing, what else could I have asked for from this beautiful woman? I told her that ‘I’m about to the tell drive to pull over so I can give you that business! LOL” She started laughing. (Must have been the liquor talking!)We reached the hotel and got on the elevator. Her ass hit the eleventh floor. While we were going up, I was going down. The song “Backseat Action” popped in my mind. I was singing the words to her while I was kissing her stomach. I stopped the elevator on the seventh floor. I started singing a verse from it. “I been down like an elevator, oooohhh” I told her “I’m about to have it my way.” She replied with “I don’t care, whatever you want, and it is all yours.” She had on a nice 2 piece red and white outfit. The top was a one sleeve, and the bottom was a fitted skirt that seemed that it fitted just right. She raised her skirt a little. I got up for a minute to actually feel her goods and to do a sniff test. I have her back on the wall, I squeezed my right hand through the thong so then I only put in my middle finger and my ring finger. My middle finger was doing majority of the work though. She felt wet like a facet. When I put my middle finger out of her, I ran it across her entire clit as if it was parallel to it. Rubbing it back and forth made it seem like she was definitely enjoying it. I stuck it back in and I made sure I hit the back of it. She scratched the hell out of my back. I was actually turned on from that thought though! I eased my way back down and with me came those panties. She propped her left leg up. She already knew the business. Went straight to work was if I was late for an examination. She is rubbing on my waves, playing with my ears, shoving my head deeper and deeper as if I was face fucking her! Are you ok up there? Next thing I know, the speaker box came on and scared the shit of out of me. I stopped and resume the elevator. Her phone rings again and she didn’t answer it. The elevator stopped on the next floor. Before the elevator opened we separated for awhile so the new people wouldn’t think anything. Three more people came on the elevator. Two of the three were females and they were talking soft but not as soft as they thought. I overheard them they “I think that’s the author…what author….the one that wrote Affect of Poetry, they have that tour here.” One of them asked me “Excuse me, did you write the book Affect of Poetry?” I replied with “No, wrong person!” I started laughing and then corrected myself. They got off on the tenth floor. We got off and walked to my room which was the second room on the left.

As soon as I closed the door, she pushed my back on the door. She turned her phone off. Jessica started to take my clothes off. We were kissing while moving, moving in circles but we were moving. I managed to turn on the music. In the back of my mind, I repeated what she told me when we were leaving W.E.B. Dubois Hall, “I have one night only” I pushed her on the bed. She started taking off her clothes while I was doing the same. I turned off the lights and just let the music play. We were getting it on, sweating and all. Position to positions, she riding, scissors, missionary, sixty-nine, and back shots while saying I have one night only. After we both were satisfied, we just laid on top of each other. I told her I can make her love me forever but, we only had one night only.

The next morning, Jessica got her things together. I called down to the desk attendant to call for a cab. She told me that she dreamt about me, I replied with “you probably wished you wouldn’t have woken up either.” We talked about how we precede with this…US. I told her that was a ONE NIGHT ONLY thing. I have a girlfriend and a child; she said I have a man. We both knew what we were getting ourselves into. She states “I don’t take anything back especially experiencing the 1st Day of Cancer the Sequel!” I just started laughing. I walked her to the elevator, gave her a hug, and said goodbye. I couldn’t say see you later, because there wasn’t no later, so I said goodbye. I rarely say goodbye unless I know I won’t see you again. Now I have to get ready for the next city.