Thursday Night: When Love and Lust are Entertwined

By Jeremiah K. Black

Longing. Yearning. Pining.
In the dictionary, Thursday Night should be the meaning for this words.
If you ever felt the overwhelming obsession that comes with an explosive new affair, than you'll need to read this story.
A man thinks the most exciting years of his life are behind him. Until he meets a woman that turns his world upside down. Their relationship is as sexual as it is sensual; and in Thursday Night, Jeremiah K. Black takes you a journey from dirty thoughts and pining to a deliciously described date that is equally romantic and impossibly naughty.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Berlinable GmbH
• Release date: Mar 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9783956954498

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THURSDAY NIGHT

Jeremiah K. Black

Artcover: Lupe Ron

Copyright: BERLINABLE UG

Berlinable invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

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It’s Thursday night. You’re due at my house five minutes ago. I check the bed first. It’s made… Neat. The cotton ropes are where I can reach them. The blindfold is tucked in the drawer. So is the whip with a black leather paddle on one side and a feather on the other. There are tea candles lining the headboard and a couple on the bedside tables. The lamp is on. The little one with the red lampshade that makes the whole room appear warmer than it actually is.

I reach down and slide my right hand into the front of my jeans, underneath my boxers. My cock is getting hard at the thought of you. I curl my hand around it and feel the warmth of the shaft. I think of your mouth: the way your lips part just before they take me in. I see you rolling your tongue around the tip, your cheeks bulging out as my cock goes in. You’re an expert at sucking, blowing your hot breath on my balls, licking the inside of my thigh, running your hand around my shaved crotch, holding my erect dick in your hands. You tease me. You take your time. Your eyes looking up at me as I hold my breath, desperately needing you to take it all in your throat, fluttering your eyelashes, parting your legs while you feel my cock slide in your mouth.

I pull my hand away. I’m so hard now it almost hurts. We can’t have that. Not yet.

I turn around and take a look at myself in the full-length mirror on my bedroom door. I have blue jeans and a white button-down speckled with tiny blue sailboats. My salt and pepper beard is freshly trimmed. I’m showered. My short black hair is tousled, but not messy. I don’t look my age.

When I think of you I feel like I’m 22, barely able to keep myself in check. Every time I see you I want to feel your hair in my hands as I pull your lips to mine. I want your breath in my mouth. My waking daydreams are filled with the feel of your tongue darting out to meet mine. I trace your open lips with the tip of mine, getting your lips wet, shiny. They are always slightly open, your lips. They’re almost lazy, waiting for me to go inside, open them up wider.

There are days… too many to count… when all I do is think of those lips and all the things I would like them to do. I can’t help but be drawn to them when you talk or stand beside me. I feel like a letch, like all I do is want to kiss you and slowly run my hands up and down your back, peel your sweaters and bras and jeans and skirts and socks and panties from your body until you are naked and lying next to me under the covers, our bare legs touching, your nipples erect, both of us wondering where it’s going to start.

Am I going to start with your nipple? Maybe kiss it? Bite it? Am I going to run my hand down past your belly button and use my finger to tease my way around your clit? Or are you going to place your hands on my shoulders and press me back until I am lying on the bed while you cradle my balls in your hand and kiss your way down