Memoirs of a Lioness: Desire’S of the Flesh

By Nsombi

Memoirs of a Lioness
Being in love is not where Zanaysha Harris pictured her life. Her life was perfect with her new bakery and her sexual desires being met by her friend with benefits D.L. Everything was going according to her life's design until a sexy dark chocolate doctor by the name of Darnell Hampton walked into her bakery one late night. From that night Zanaysha only envisioned love, passion, and great, mind blowing, love making. But old habits die hard.
Zanaysha loses the one man she fell so deeply in love with in a moment of playing games with jealously. Broken hearted she leaves everything behind to find herself and heal from the horrible breakup. During her time away she writes in a journal as a therapeutic tool.
Zanaysha recounts of sexual encounters that were laced with passion, body numbing, great sex provided the release she needs to reboot her life and live again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 24, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477244142

Nsombi

Nsombi has been writing since she was eleven years old. Her passion is writing. Her love for erotic expression is elegant and metaphoric. Her ability to take the reader into the story as if they are living as the character is breathtaking. Nsombi believes that the ability to write erotica is an art. The author's ability to take the reader through a story and provide visual stimulation through words is where the art is expressed and where the reader is enchanted.

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© 2012 by Nsombi. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/16/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-4413-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-4414-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012912626

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Good-Bye Italy

Lioness Fire

I was born to set fires

Provoking men desires

Those that wanting to be my lovers

Just to find the pleasure under my covers

I been told that my curves

Leaves men without words

One taste

Leave them wanting to masturbate

Pleasure of sin

With long nights without end

Sexual intention

Not to mention

Four play

As we lay

In the bed

On the couch

On top of the sink

As I leave on you my body ink

Posing for your thoughts

Now I got you caught

In my web

Your mind is mine

Tonight I dine

Indulged with sweet surrender

Unless

You fail to be the contender

Taste my sweet wine

Drink from my cup

Now I bet that made you get it up

Caress my core

Make me roar

With ecstasy scream

As we both start to cream

Had enough

Of this illusion

Or have you come to the conclusion

I was born to set fires

Provoke your thoughts with desires

Give you heat

Without touching your sheets

Welcome again

To the lioness Den

Chapter 1

The Midnight Man

June 26, 2008.

Welcome to my memoirs. If anyone should ever find, or if I should ever misplace this journal I hope you get as much pleasure out of reading it as I did with the actual experiences.

I am writing this journal in hopes of learning from my mistakes with the men that I was either in love with or truly fascinated by. I want to learn from my mistakes and build a road map of what makes a relationship really hot and sexy as well as what makes the relationship end. I was told by a good friend to write down everything. So I thought this would be a good time to start during my vacation, away from all the men that I could break my code of celibacy with, while getting back to me.

Here’s a little history. I decided to take a vacation; well it is more like a sabbatical, to Italy. I have been through so much in the last few years. I thought that when you elevate yourself in life you’re picking of men get better. Well who ever told that line, plainly put, lied. The picking of men is still the same. You either get lucky or you get heartbroken. At least that is the way I see it for now anyway. I have dated from doctors to lawyers to accountants to real estate tycoons. The same game remains. They are not ready for real love, want total control over love, or just don’t understand the meaning of love. I mean I can’t really put the blame on all men because a lot of women play the same game or live by the same rules. I should know I was one of them. But let’s be honest majority of men play the game and they play to win.

The plane is about to take off so I am going to relax and play my MP3 player while I write. The first song I am going to listen to is one of my favorite songs. Sexy Brian Mc Knight Says My Name. His voice and eyes reminds me of my ex love Darnell. He is six feet three. He has that deep voice that makes you melt when he calls your name. His smile is so sweet it’s almost innocent. But that would be far from the truth. There is nothing sweet about him. He is dark chocolate in complexion and has a body that could send a nun praying to God for forgiveness from just one look.

Darnell is a Gemini. That means you’re not just dealing with one man you’re dealing with two men in one body. For the most part Darnell is a true romantic. He loves to make love. He loves to express his love for you in all ways. But his alter ego is the one that is addicted to pleasure and demands the respect of man… specifically as your man. The alter ego is the one I encountered right before we broke up. As you read you will learn that when his alter ego is pushed too far he corrects the problem in the most erotic ways.

Darnell has proven that dealing with a Gemini man should be done with precise timing or you will end up in bed with his alter ego and paying for your mistake in a sensual dance he calls sexual taming.

He and his alter ego are both amazing in very different ways. The way Darnell makes love, the movements, positions, kisses, and soft touches I swear he was trained in sexology. But he is also very serious about who he calls his woman and why you have that position in his life.

To be honest Darnell is the real reason for my sabbatical. I fell in love with this man. I mean I fell hard but I pushed him too far with an attempt to make him jealous and lost him because of it.

Sit back and let me take you through my history, my memories, and my experience with Darnell, my lover and my love…My Midnight Man!

Welcome to the Midnight Man Journals.

Mesmerized by… . You

The Beginning

Everything about Darnell floods my world, even from the first day I met him. It was something about him that captured me from the start. Honestly he had my heart from day one without me knowing I gave it to him. Let me explain, Dr. Darnell Hampton, so you will understand why I fell so hard for this man.

I met Darnell late one night. He was working late at the hospital and stopped by my bakery for a large cup of coffee and chocolate muffin. When he spoke the word hello to gain my attention I was immediately taken by him.

I was at the bakery late because I was with my, at the time, friend with benefits D.L. We had just finished christening the bakery. D.L. had forgotten to lock the front door of the bakery when he entered earlier. So in a way I can thank D.L. for meeting Darnell.

Darnell’s voice was deep and intense. He ordered his coffee and muffin without taking his eyes off of me. His lips rolled the words off his tongue. His body spoke of true confidence and realness. His eyes said to me beware of what you think you want because it maybe more than you can handle. I was intrigued. I wanted to know him but was kinda-sorta in a relationship with D.L.

Although it was a friend with benefits arrangement D.L. gave me everything I thought I wanted until Darnell walked into my life that night. D.L. and I had sex often and in the most erotic adventurous ways. We never argued. We never invaded each others space. More importantly we understood that business came before pleasure. That meant we were business people and we maintained each other sexually when needed, which was often.

But when I looked into Darnell eyes that night I knew right then I wanted more. I wanted the relationship. I wanted the late nights, the long conversations, the love and war, and mostly a man who loved me. I can’t explain why all these emotions shifted in me when I seen Darnell, I just knew that is what I craved from that moment on.

Darnell looked at me with intenseness… just studying me. He looked at D.L with a looked that I now know as she’s mine look and said thank you, retrieved his change, and left the bakery.

After he left D.L. said to me you know him. I answered quickly, No. D.L. said then what hell was that about. I answered I don’t know. The smile on D.L. face turned possessive and he spoke with bass. Just so you know I’m not letting you go. I looked at him and laughed and said you know you’re being silly. D.L. said I’m not so sure. That man liked what he saw and he wants ownership of it. I looked at D.L. and said you know no man can handle ownership of me nor am I giving that much power to any man. D.L. smiled with that lustful smile and said I don’t think another man could handle your sexual cravings. We gathered our things and locked the doors to the bakery and headed for my apartment.

I laid next to D.L. that night but my thoughts were on this mysterious man. It’s like he called to something deep down in me. I couldn’t shake these emotions that were invading my thoughts. After hours of thinking, I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next day with a deep red rose on the pillow where D.L. slept and a note that said…

I will call you later. I got a business meeting with a real estate agent about a new property I want and after that I have to inspect all my rentals. As I have slept here most of the month, your apartment is excluded from inspection. I look forward to seeing you later until then try not to give ownership to another man.

Your lover,

D.L.

I read the letter smiling to myself. I thought I will never see this mystery man again.

I took a hot long shower. My mind drifted to all the things that needed to be done at the bakery that day. When I finally left the house for my day at the bakery I received a text from D.L asking how I was feeling. This was odd because me and D.L never really took to the deep connect aspect of a relationship. I texted back you’re acting strange. He returned the text with; not really, just thinking about you and the amazing night we had last night while listening to this sexy woman in front me. But the funny thing is, she is hot, but all I can think about is you on that prep table last night. I texted him back telling him to handle his business and I will talk with him later.

When I made it to the bakery I was elated that it was busy with customers. I walked in, grabbed my apron, and went to work. Customer after customer came through the door but the mystery man did not make his appearance. I guess you can say I was looking for him and was disappointed when he didn’t show up.

By the end of the business day I made a good profit. I was happy and filled with pride. I sat down on the bakery stool and called my girlfriend Tammy. I told her about how my bakery was doing, the mystery man from last night, and how D.L was acting strange since last night. She laughed and told me that he was just feeling a little possessive of me since a new man was showing interest. That was an interesting thought because D.L. has never acted possessive before. I have had many men flirt with me in front of him, but it didn’t bother him until now. This mystery man got both, me and D.L, on edge.

I was deep into the conversation with Tammy when I heard a deep smooth voice asked was I still open for business. I looked up and seen those deep dark brown eyes, that sexy Go-tee, and thick lips. I told Tammy I would call her back and hung up before she could say another word.

His eyes studied me as he ordered a large coffee with a chocolate muffin. I was fascinated. I said Good Evening. He replied with Evening. His eyes never left me. He watched every movement I made and studied everything about me. I asked him would that be all. He replied with that depends. Challenges with words, I love them. I love to call a man on his bluff. So I replied with depends and smiled innocently. He said, looking intensely at me, on what’s not being sold.

I looked at him puzzled and said if it’s not for sell you can’t buy it. He said exactly, if it can be sold it’s not worth the fight to get it. I was perplexed. Word play is generally a game I loved to play with men but his words held a deeper meaning than the words that other men used. His level of word play took methodical thought. This really made me want to get to know him. Nervously I rubbed my hands on my apron and said that is profound I guess. I was flirting but being facetious. I was also trying to act like his presence lacked my interest.

He smiled with deep thought and said my name is Darnell, Darnell Hampton, and yours is? Fascinate by this Darnell I said my name is Zanaysha, Zanaysha Harris. But my friends and associates call me Zan. He smiled with amusement and said nice to meet you Zan, have a great night. Oh and you should lock the doors especially since you closed 30 minutes ago. He walked out the door and left me thinking.

The next day I arrived to the bakery before opening to do all the baking. This mystery man, Darnell, had my mind consumed with thoughts about him all last night. I mean I was so consumed that sex wasn’t even on my to do list and sex is always on my to do list. I baked pies, cakes, muffins, cupcakes, and made croissants with my mind wondering back and forth on Mr. Darnell words. Thinking over and over again about the sentence if it can be sold than it not worth the fight to get it What the hell did that