Clarence is all wrong for me.  He’s too much of a thug and I’m white collar.  He’s a hustler and I’m a career woman. He’s not exactly a guy I can bring home to meet my mama. I know it can’t work.  I know I should break up with him, but I can’t give him up.

He’s just so sexy. His skin is the color of dark chocolate. He has big, brown eyes that hypnotize me.  Full lips I can’t help but want to kiss.  And muscles I want to feel against my bare skin.

I tried to tell him there was no way we could work. I sat him down on the couch.  “Clarence,” I said, summoning all my courage, “We can’t see each other anymore.”

He gave me a cocky grin. “You don’t mean that.”

I avoided looking him in the eyes.  “Yes I do.”

He ran his hands down my leg, leaned in close, and whispered into my ear, “You don’t want me to leave.”

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to ignore the goose bumps he gave me.

“Stop,” I said weakly, “I’m serious.”

He cupped my face in his hands and forced me to look into his pretty brown eyes. He glanced at my lips and smiled. My defenses began to dissolve.


And then he kissed me. Sweetly, then longingly, then passionately. I got lost in his kisses. I almost forgot that I was breaking up with him. Almost.

I pushed against his chest. He stopped kissing me but stayed close. I could feel his hot breath against my lips. And smell his cologne. His intoxicating scent.

“You don’t really want me to stop,” he said softly.

And he didn’t stop.  He ran his hands up my stomach and under my bra. I threw my head back and inhaled sharply.

He groaned and pushed me onto my back.

He worked at unbuttoning my jeans. “Clarence, I mean it.” I breathed heavily and didn’t open eyes.

“No, you don’t.” He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.

“Damnit Clarence.”

He pinned my arms down at my sides. “You just like fighting me.”

“You know we don’t work together.”

He sat me up, grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanked my head back and kissed my neck.

I whimpered. “Clarence…”

He took off my shirt. Unsnapped my bra. Bit down on one nipple and then the other so hard, I screamed his name.

He shoved me onto my back, took off his shirt, laid on top of me and kissed me. I ran my hands over his muscular back.  I couldn’t stop him.  I didn’t want to.

I spread my legs and wrapped them around his back. I moaned as I felt him hard between my legs.

He stroked my cheeks and I opened my eyes. I saw him looking at me with an overwhelming need. “Tell me you don’t want me to leave.”

I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and tried to unbutton them with one hand. “Just fuck me now.”

He sunk his hands into my hair and pulled me back to the couch, pinning my head down. He laid flat on top of me, his bare skin pressing against mine. His face only a few inches from mine. “No,” his voice had an angry edge to it. “Tell me you’re not going to leave me.”

I obeyed  with conviction. “I’m never going to leave you.”

He let go and yanked my pants and panties off.

I sat up to take his pants off, but he gave me a hard shove back. He gave me an almost menacing stare as he stood to take off his pants. I laid on my back, naked and vulnerable, looking up at him helplessly as he lectured me. “Look how good we are together and you would leave me?”

“I’m sorry,” I replied softly.

“Not good enough.”

“I’m sorry,” I said louder. “Please come take care of me.”

“Goddamnit,” he said as he dropped to his knees, “You’re going to beg me for my forgiveness.”

He spread and lifted my legs. I yelled “oh my god” as he forced himself inside me.

He fucked me deep as he could. I shook violently and threw my head back, mouth wide open, whimpering loudly.

He hovered inches above me, silent except for his heavy breathing, concentrating on making my body shake harder. Making me moan louder and louder until I screamed out his name and my body went lax. He continued for a few more strokes until he cursed and collapsed on top of me.

He panted against my neck. I hooked my arms through his and held his shoulders. “I can’t leave you,” I said.

And so we’re still together.  And I still know I have to leave him.  I just can’t do it.  He’s too irresistible.


  1. Liked it, well written, very convincing.

  2. Just as Jamie said, your stories are always so convincing. Keep it up! I certainly keep coming back for more. 🙂

  3. I came exploring after you liked my page. I’ll definitely be following back … and the stories are mmmmmmmmmm

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