Penetration for the Mind

By Sonya Lindsay

In Penetration for the Mind, you will enjoy the exciting stories of love, lust, and passion. Explore the lives of exhibitionist women and men and how one "Hello" can turn into a night of passion. Let the stories penetrate your imagination with each page. These stories will have you wanting more from the married couple trying to spice up their relationship to the single women and men looking for love but finding lust. Each story gets steamer than the last so get comfortable and enjoy the tales of spontaneous, exciting, and passionate sexual adventures. These stories are great for reading alone or enjoying them with your lover. Author Sonya Lindsay does a great job with giving a balance of telling a story and including steamy sex scenes to keep the reader intrigued for more. Sometimes sex can be dangerous so you never know how the stories may end. Penetration for the Mind is the first volume of the author’s series of short stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Author Sonya Lindsay
• Release date: Feb 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781523889624

Book preview

Their Language

His words are intellectual her words are sexual, when they intertwine they become sensual more mental to make their attraction more than physical but emotional. They moved from lust to intimacy to the possibility of loving each other unconditionally. As they continue to move from physical attraction to connecting emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, their words and body intertwine wrapped tight to become their own language, their own message to the world.  No need to flaunt their relationship on these social media sites as the world which exists in reality knows and hears their words and hearts beating in sync. It’s like the after math of a hot steamy love making session. You both are breathing heavy and hear your hearts beating fast together. As their heart beats become in sync, their thoughts began to do the same. Both longing for each other, to hold one another as it provides comfort and a feeling that can’t be explained. No sex, no words, just the presence of their bodies, minds, and spirits. That’s their language, his intellectual words mixed with her sexual words to become as they choose to be.

Copyright 2016

This is a work of fiction. Names Characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1.  JUST WANTED TO KISS THE TIP

2.  MORNING SEX

3.  BIRTHDAY SEX

4.  THAT FEELING

5.  BROKEN HEART

6.  MY ADDICTION

7.  EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED

8.  THE RESTAURANT

9.  THE CLASS REUNION

just wanted to kiss the tip

I undid his pants massaging his hard cock in his jeans. I couldn't wait to set it free. Remembering the last time, the thickness, and the length had my mouth watering. As he stood to let his pants fall to his ankles, revealing the beautiful sight had my pussy instantly wet. He sat back as I told him tonight was all about pleasing him. I began kissing and licking the tip allowing my mouth to water and slide his large member in my throat guided by my tongue. Looking up to see the expression on his face made it more exciting to me. My mouth working up a good pace while his dick is getting harder as he grabbed my head. This makes me want to suck him even more. My spit slides down his shaft. His hips move against my rhythm. My eyes closed as I concentrate on sucking and using my tongue. I can feel he is close to exploding. He is ready I know. I welcomed every drop as I continued to suck all his sweetness making sure I don't miss a drop. Slowly coming up I kiss the tip, so tasty.

That night was our third date. We had dinner at a local sports bar after work, and then came back to my place since it was closer. I couldn’t stop thinking about this man since the moment we met two months ago at an office party. He was friends with one of my co-workers. At that particular party, we were allowed to bring a plus one.  I saw Edwin walk into the room. He was so handsome, tall, and wore a suit like no other man, but his tie was missing. It looked like he removed it just before coming there because of the crease around his collar. His suit jacket was on his arm, and I watched his muscle contract through his lavender shirt as he draped it over a chair. Now let me get to the best part, his smile. His smile would make a baby smile. His teeth were so straight and white. I could just tell he wore braces as a child. As my co-worker went around the room introducing him to everyone, I got so nervous when they were close to my area. I wasn’t wearing anything too spectacular. Just a knee length grey skirt with a light pink button up fitted blouse. I had removed my heels and opted for my comfortable flat shoes that would allow me to walk easily if I had a bit too much to drink. At that moment, I wish I had kept on my heels as they made my calves look amazing and pushed my ass out even more. I did happen to show more cleavage by unbuttoning another button at the top of my blouse.

He was introduced as Edwin Jackson, the network producer in our neighboring building. The production company we worked for did a lot of partnerships with his network. My co-worker told Edwin that I was one of the youngest set managers there and I had only been with the company for six months. My co-worker and I got along great at the office. We always worked together on group projects and he was one of my go to guys when I had questions since he had been there for five years already.

I was so grateful that I had made a good impression in my short time in LA. Edwin eyes lingered on me throughout the conversations and other introductions of my co-workers. I pretended to not even notice. While chiming in on office jokes and industry small talk, I kept my eyes in his direction. By the end of the night, I learned from my co-worker that Edwin was single 34, no kids, own place, and no crazy exes. As I gathered my items to go, I wrote my number on a napkin. I know old school style right. I thought he might appreciate this since he was from the south, New Orleans, to be exact. I walked over to him, put my hand out to shake his holding the napkin, and told him it was nice meeting him. Passing him my number, I leaned in a little to show more of my cleavage and nude color lace bra, whisper, if you need someone to show you a more private tour of our building please don’t hesitate to call.

As I walked away, I saw a big ass smile on his face and he said, I will have to remember that. The next day, I get a call from Edwin asking me to dinner and drinks. That date was so great. It felt like we had known each other for years. We talked about our families having in common, two older siblings and being raised by a single black mother. He went to college for business with an interest in theater minor in marketing. I told him I went for communication and minored in broadcasting. I had a dream of being on the camera, but later decided my thick full body wasn’t right for the TV so I decided to focus on behind the scenes. He kept complimenting me on my beautiful curves. He said he loved a thick woman, that’s what he grew up with and that’s how his mother was shaped. He said he was single by choice because it was difficult to find someone who understood the industry and his sometimes awkward hours he had working on movie sets and TV shows. I told him I had the same issue. My last relationship ended because my ex wanted me to choose him or my job. I was only 28, I still had more to accomplish and I believed that if a man really loved a woman he would be willing to push her to her goals and not stand in the way.

By dessert, he had moved his seat closer to mine and we shared a piece of cheesecake. As he fed me, I imagined licking the whipped cream off his chest and the tip of his dick. Once the check came, he asked if I was ready to head home. I told him it was still an early night. He offered me to come back to his place to have a few drinks. He said he wanted to get to know more about me. As I contemplated his offer in my head, I knew that was just a ploy to get some from me tonight. Who was I kidding, I was a grown ass woman and a horny one at that. This man was sophisticated, intelligent, kind, funny, and sexy as hell. As I agreed to accompany him, we road in his BMW M6 2014 which was fully loaded with Chrisette Michele, Jill Scott, Musiq Soul Child, and other neo soul artist playing on his radio. He knew just how to put a woman in the mood. As we pulled up to his condo, he walked over to help me out of the car. I saw him staring at my long legs. I had on my four inch heels tonight. They almost put us eye to eye but he still was a bit taller than I was. He allowed me to put my arm in his and we walked to his home. It was laid out just like him and his car, sophisticated, classy, and looked like it cost a bundle.

He took my jacket and requested I remove my shoes as his carpet was