Sappho Intl (Songs of Silk Book 1) Read online

  “For the majority, it’s not the act of sex that feels good but the manifestation of the idea or fantasy that fuels the act of sex…that feels good. That’s why people role-play or flings ‘just happen’. Because people have built up things in their mind so much that once attained, it creates a feeling of euphoria for them. That’s why they call all carnal acts ‘wants’ or ‘desires’.”

  “True…”

  So all you have to do, once we’ve built it up in their minds, is to execute on your role effectively and it will naturally manifest over and over again. Over time women will call upon that manifestation to eventually sustain the overall vision.”

  As NinaStarr expressed the message, I couldn’t help but notice that her aura transformed from the naughty and rebellious rock star to having a Mother Earth-like disposition, as she continued to display her ability to provide deep insight and wisdom based on an impressive power of intuition. It was as though she chose to listen to a source that we were all plugged into; yet we chose to either ignore or remained too feeble to listen to the sheer intensity of the commanding light. She was neither ignorant nor afraid. She was fearless and a cool fire. Her sixth sense was strong. And the fact that she chose to impart this wisdom, as she addressed me, was captivating. I instantly held a deep respect for her creative power as I stared into her astronomical eyes. She in turn felt my natural power of presence as she finally pulled from the ganja. Then she stared intensely into my eyes while she passed me the blunt.

  “But remember, Silk, I’m just the messenger.” She exhaled sensually and sealed our glorious circle with an impassioned kiss.

  I’d almost forgotten that we were still smoking. But as we kissed, I could feel her power rise throughout my body; as though her message was being stamped and sealed within me. There’s something so sensual and defining about knowing your purpose in life—and I was internally consumed with it.

  I was definitely in 7th heaven—but better. I was in Playhouse No. 7. And it seemed that NinaStarr was surprisingly my personal archangel and the ring leader of the team.

  Upon its completion, NinaStarr hypnotically sat back and the other two peered at her in awe. Even Kendra had sobered up at the depth of the significance of the mission at hand that had been delivered.

  “Damn, sexy, I’m so turned on by you right now!” Kendra said to NinaStarr.

  “That’s church on a Friday for your ass…they can’t see you…” Lolita added.

  “So we’re like Charlie’s…no…Silk’s Angels, huh?”

  They were all excited as if they’d been given a duty to serve and protect me.

  The more that I thought about the idea, the more I liked it. I would use my ability to seduce women to become our secret campaign to promote all of our creative endeavors. I would recruit more like us to build the organization, as a whole, while making money and getting the woman of my dreams—PrimaDonna—all at the same time. It’s like having a secret agenda within a secret society. It sounded like a win-win-win situation to me.

  “Okay! I can dig it!”

  “I’m down for it.”

  “There’s power in numbers. I’m in it to win it.”

  “Well, Silk’s angels it is.”

  We all looked at each other as though we now had a common vision; like we’d sealed a pact that would carry us well into the future. And this was the closest I’d felt to having a sense of family in a long time.

  As I toked on the blunt that’d been burnt halfway through, I still had a few questions for the ring leader of this newly discovered trio of guardian angels.

  “So what’s up with Suez and Midi?”

  Lolita talked low as though she was revealing a game plan.

  “Suez is cool as fuck. Before Sappho, she was a reggaeton rapper that circuited throughout Cali and Florida. She’s Cuban and Puerto Rican and originally from Little Havana in Miami. But I actually met her in the Los Angeles Sapphire as one of the bartenders. Suez can smash on anybody in a battle cuz she got the street cred to go with her rhymes. She’s one of those studs that loves her fast cars and video games…real easy breezy.”

  “…Yeah, she gotta swagga that’s real laid back but she’ll get buck if she needs to. She knows a lot of the more elite Sapphians because she’s been in Sappho longer than all of us and trust me when I tell you these ladies go crazy for her gangster ass. She’s been getting them hooked onto her music, too. It’s kinda wild to see someone from an upper class background kickin’ it with a thuggin’ ass stud with gangsta braids—but hey, some of them like it like that.”

  “You guys should get along really well because she knows a lot about alot but doesn’t like a lot of drama...”

  “Midi and Suez roll everywhere together cuz she’s the in-house deejay at a lot of Sappho’s events. Midi is the classic display of Nubian Paris—curly black and red dreads and all. She’s a modern renaissance stud–kinda like you, boss. She could mix a beat and deejay a party one minute and hack into some shit the next minute.”

  “I heard she used to be a fitness trainer in Paris, too.”

  “You never know, girl. She’s a stud of many colors.”

  “We’ve been getting to know each other for about nine months and trust us—all of ya’ll are like perfect matches. They got your back just as much as we do.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief and passed the blunt back around.

  The last thing I needed was to be stuck in a house full of other studs that were filled with too much testosterone and beating their chests like they had a grudge against the world. I wasn’t one for putting out fires with other studs all the time, especially when I wasn’t the one that was sleeping with them.

  “So, what’s Cloud9 like?”

  Kendra pulled from the now waning blunt twice quickly, back-to-back, and then passed it on to Lolita. I took off my Chucks to get a little more comfortable after placing another small log on the fire and taking another long swig of beer.

  “It’s like a huge costume party funded and sponsored by the city of Las Vegas on a nine-day binge…These women are horny and ready to gamble and spend money…and everyone is in the sexiest costumes imaginable.

  “It’s like if Hugh Hef and Lady Gaga came together and hosted a sleepover.”

  They all giggled while Lolita puffed on the diminishing blunt twice and passed it.

  “It’s Mardi Gras on crank.” NinaStarr added as she puffed the last of the blunt and placed it into the ashtray. “It’s sumptuous revelry…And within it you are a god among gods amidst all of the debauchery.”

  A god among gods, I thought. They say anything in sets of three’s is truth and this was the third time I’d been told this.

  I smiled to myself as the sleepy horns of “Sumthin’ Like This Night” began to resound throughout the balcony. And the casually seducing vocals of the Big Snoop Dogg began to ricochet over the crystal ripples of the bay.

  Kendra and Lolita began to dance an exotic dance in the bright moonlight. They rose and emerged like sirens from the water.

  And as they danced, I felt impelled to ask NinaStarr something that’d been on my mind from the initial introduction.

  ”So why are you guys known as the Bermuda Triangle and the Torpedo Trio?”

  “We can show you…better than we can tell you.”

  NinaStarr leaned over and began to nibble my neck as they danced bewitchingly to the magical melody. And I’d instantly been charmed into their enchanting mirage.

  Kendra and Lolita had begun to dance for me as pixies would dance and my body would be hypnotized as though we’d all been transposed into a fairytale.

  It seemed that I’d asked the question of the night and together they became enlivened and animated. Their common aim—a shared intent on making all my dreams come true, tonight.

  And I was already flying high within it.

  My hands took a life of their own as they began collecting electrifying charges from NinaStarr’s stoned, toned and well-defined thighs. They began to glide, and
with the current, her body began to coil and wind.

  She chanted as in a mantra, “I love how silk feels against my skin…”

  Our body’s voltage increased as my lips slowly made full contact with the pulse of her voice box, with which the words so sweetly originated.

  “I love how you heighten all of my senses... you are sooo hy-per-sensual ...”

  I began to loosen my grip on reality as the two fairies joined NinaStarr to become one aura of light and heat.

  But this was no hallucination, as they directed me to lean back and began removing their pristine Victorian corsets and lace panties, as well as all of my articles of clothing slowly.

  The confidence that they held within their own amusement made my juices soar. It was though they all ran on one shared cylinder and our bodies’ engines were quickly revving up as our throttles turned their gears. Then we all boldly took our seats among the heavens, as we began gaining ground at the speed of light.

  I closed my eyes and could feel nothing but hot kisses, their hands’ palms and the sexual fluidity of circulating pistons; as their bodies began to form a triangular contour that would easily mold with my influenced form. And like a dare devil, I would fly my soul’s jet into the thin veil of their Bermuda Triangle and through flights of fancy land in a fantasy come true.

  I could feel the moisture between my legs build as they teased and bound its borders with tender kisses. And though I was prepared and strapped for them, I could feel my pearl bulge and swell with the mound that contained its treasure. My mind became lost and found in the sheer recreation of their unified front; and the needle to my spirit’s compass spun uncontrollably within our committed insanity. My lap’s tank was fueled and filled with high octane and my lips anticipated my turn to eat from their pie in the sky. We would all soar together with no concern to the potential crash and burn; but with no visible end in sight, we would all live for this moment, as we kissed and panted groaned moans within our raging passion.

  Then within an instant, they’d all stopped abruptly and in one accord. It was as though they’d reached a point of agreement within their synchronized execution and all three fairies assumed a pre-ordained position.

  On cue, they began to formulate and fashion a device built of their bodies and sustained with all of our energies. It was an organized chaos and yet their stars were harmoniously aligned. And then without thought they began to offer their bodies as gifts to me, welcoming me to their cozy constellation.

  “Lay down, Silk. We’re gonna take real good care of you, baby.”

  Lolita held onto the bed’s rim and offered herself by sensually straddling my readied mouth and tongue. I began to run my palms from her hips to her firm, round breasts in sincere appreciation of her body’s offering. Her nipples reacted in stiff rigidity, as I continued to pledge my indebtedness by politely tapping and twisting and pulling her pleasure’s knob with my tongue’s tip. Her back arched and her throat moaned with an oriental sweetness. Little Lolita was humbly honored and grateful of my presence.

  Simultaneously, NinaStarr lined behind Lolita to mount a muscle that currently stood at full attention. She moaned as it filled her belly and her hips began to rock, as the veins of this erection accepted her wetness. The palms of my hands successfully found its way down Lolita’s waist to lightly pinch NinaStarr’s nipples, as her body rocked towards the moon. Enlarged nipples, all dressed in pink that created slight goosebumps as I lightly brushed them. And the fineness of her hips swiveled as her breasts began to dance in the moon’s spotlight.

  I focused and managed to taste Lolita and service NinaStarr simultaneously—it was a matter of simply multi-tasking the operation. And as I danced with them, my fingers continued to brush over NinaStarr’s nipples’ tips and grind in time with the pivot of her hips. Impressed with my ability to handle their bodies’ construction, within the triangular formation, she grabbed onto my cupped hands and became overcome with ecstasy as her fiery, red hair tossed and danced around her shoulders. NinaStarr was humbly honored and grateful of my presence.

  Then, I could feel Kendra wrap her full Nubian lips around the mounting moisture within my lap and politely pleasure my sweetest spot. Oh, how her lips cupped and cuddled my most private region—like she’d located it through telekinesis. I felt myself sinking into the deep depths of her hypnosis, as she held onto my thigh and stroked herself in unison. It was as if she had calculated all of our coordinates and was determined to take this fantasmic flight even higher. Kendra was humbly honored and grateful of my presence.

  Together, they’d engineered and fabricated a fundamental form that would hold the charge of their magnificent bodies’ galvanized particles. And, apparently, I held the trigger to their rocket’s docking station.

  I was plugged into their bodies and resultantly they moved in one of accord. And it seemed that the countdown to liftoff had begun.

  I was fully aware that each one of them were experienced enough to understand the depth of their body’s own lethal and individual intoxication. However, these three had conquered the concept of having power in numbers.

  Somewhere along the way of their friendship they must’ve tapped into a formation that would be practiced many times over. Whether they’d stumbled upon this accidentally or deliberately would remain unknown—and really didn’t matter.

  What did matter was that, together, they had perfected a performed ritual that was effectively titillating and mind-blowing to say the least. This was something that I’d never seen or been a part of before. And I was humbly honored and grateful of their presence.

  They each and uniformly began to rise. And all of our bodies were escalating to resounding heights—until they each and all halted abruptly.

  They each kissed me dearly and began to rotate. They would repeat this until they all had a turn—like musical chairs. This rotation was causing my mind to swim with a building and binding desire. I wanted to cum and each of their ballooning and pooling pussies was a beckoning suggestion that they wanted to cum, too.

  Each was painted with sensuality and slippery when wet. Each was broadly delectable and moved their bodies in unison as if under a deep hypnosis. Together, they were a molotov cocktail and held the blueprint to a volatile compound of ballistic missiles and atomic bombs. The combination was nuclear and I was almost lost within the haze.

  They continuously rotated within this alternate universe—this Bermuda Triangle—with the moans of firing sirens, whom were intent on killing me softly. My body was dripping and dancing along the edge, ready to explode at any moment.

  And I was on the verge of a wet and messy death.

  But then I got a hold of my faculties and stabilized my vitals. They’d constructed a device that would sink and devour the average human. But I was no average human. I was an able-bodied stallion and could handle the weight of this trio—the Torpedo Trio.

  I decided that my jet’s vessel could, in fact, defy gravity and would attempt to pull a daring loop-de-loop. I seduced the axis to bend, by recapturing my composure, and championed my cockpit to take hold of my crew.

  I would not be the one to collapse as our bodies collided. I was more than a stallion—I was Silk.

  I began to coerce the Trio into a mounted position. I balanced out my needle, as I began to visualize the landing strip in the horizon. They all looked at me in amazement as though nobody had ever held the stamina or the will to disengage from their overwhelming influence.

  And even I had to admit that this was a fun ride; but it was my turn to take hold of the controls. With sweat glistening, I stood tall and with feet firmly planted, I looked over the gauges of the wired Torpedo Trio and entered into NinaStarr. I invited Kendra to lie beside her and began to glide my index and middle finger into her body’s wishing well. I began to long stroke NinaStarr with the want of sheer explosion within my own vessel—my own body fervently urging me to make all of them cum in unison.

  I rode and finger-fucked them with such grace and
allure that Lolita couldn’t help but to stroke her own pulsing chloë and finally straddled Kendra’s tongue to complete a whole new formation.

  I would be the captain of this novel vessel, which was now soaring within a new and exotic stratosphere. This atmosphere shone with the glisten of sweat and a rhythmic tide that unified our bodies according to the moon, stars, ocean, and sky; and as we perspired, my fingers’ and the full length of my ruler were coated with their slickened oils as they gushed over such a compelling and spontaneous sexual conception.

  “Yeah, who got the juice now?” I proclaimed with enraptured confidence.

  “You boss…ooh…it’s all…yours.” NinaStarr shrieked in lustful ecstasy.

  As my hip’s engines rolled with grinding velocity and sweat dripped to NinaStarr’s abdomen, their moans signified that the torpedo was about to be released from its cannon. Our bodies began to levitate and my greatest aspirations of building a castle in the sky, on these women’s thighs, tore into the very fabric of my soul; and lo and behold they finally caught up with my resolve.

  The gravitational pull and accelerated rhythm of my oncoming orgasm was almost enough to break the balance of our delicate design. But I was not about to let that happen on my watch—I was Silk.

  I inhaled through clenched teeth and exhaled deeply and was filled with overwhelming love and a passionate desire. My brain’s main membrane took a moment to digest this glorious moment, as I sustained my second wind and dug in deep. Adrenaline raced and spread throughout the base of my spine instantly to ignite all of my chakras’ life forces and to summon the full potential of my sexual power. I pitched their bodies to move in the same tune with my ascending vibration and it became a communal rhythm. And with my body as the pilot, they all moaned increasingly and dribbled my name from their lips collectively. The muscles within my own face and body hulked, as I ferociously pushed and pulled their buttons to the limits of gratification repeatedly. They were eagerly subdued as they began to chant and scream curses within their own native tongues and I could feel the nebulas of light and sound begin to burst within our combined carnal connections. There was a faint sound of a sonic boom, as asteroids collided in the cosmic heavens and our bodies became vessels of luminosity with a million points of light. And as we all cooperatively came, I could swear that my eyes witnessed meteor showers around us. We all convulsed as liquid streams of ecstasy gushed from our bodies. Waves of currents, waves of euphoria and delight indicated that this was not delusions of grandeur; it was a spiritual combustion, as the fireworks within our minds’ eyes illuminated the bay like the Fourth of July.