Fever

Geneva Pfizer and other pharmaceutical companies that have jumped headfirst into the sexual-stimulant market are in for some bad news. It seems that there is a new, natural sexual stimulant on the marketplace called Cupid. It's cheap, it's organic, it doesn't require a prescription, and it can be purchased from your neighborhood incense dealer. The makers of Cupid, Roscoe and Jo-Jo Barker of Cambria Heights, Queens--by way of Kingston, Jamaica--say there are no side effects associated with the stimulant, but in order for it to be 100 percent effective, large quantities of water need to be consumed when taking it. This story and more tonight on the six o'clock news. I gave news correspondent Sade Baderinwa one last look before I pressed the Off button on the television remote. I would try to remember to watch the news that evening. Not that I had a man to use that Cupid stuff on, but I would one day--sooner than later, I hoped--and it wouldn't hurt to have a little extra ammunition in the bedroom when I finally met that special someone. I settled myself flat on my back again. The lights were off and the candles lit, and I even had a little oil burning in a simmering pot on the windowsill. Clean sheets, a little Jean Nate dabbed behind each ear, and Barry White's greatest hits playing in the background. Eric was out somewhere, and my baby girl, Charlie, was napping in the other room. I'd been taking care of myself for some time now. I mean after I got pregnant from my ex-husband and that bastard had the nerve to demand that I get an abortion, I vowed that that would be the last time that man got any more of my good loving! And to sock it to him good--I had that baby! Not that that lowlife son of a superbitch acknowledges her. When I announced I was keeping the baby, he told me that he wasn't going to be involved. He said, "Geneva, if you have this baby, you're having it and raising it on your own!" I just looked at him and said, "How's that different from the first time around? I was married to your sorry ass when Eric came along, and I raised him on my own!" Well, she's here now, and I gotta tell you, she drives me crazy, but I can't imagine life without her. She is the second best decision I ever made. Eric Jr. was the first. Since Charlie's been born, I've been practically sexless. Oh, there's been a little stink finger here and there, a little caressing of the breast, some tongue kissing... but none of the toe-curling booty calls I was used to getting from my ex-husband. So I had to take matters into my own hands, literally! And plus, Crystal and I made a celibacy pact. No more of this senseless sleeping around. We would save ourselves for Mr. Right and stop giving ourselves over to Mr. Right Now! I learned about ten different ways to pleasure myself, and that alone has kept me from stripping naked and running through the streets like an insane person! "Right, Mandingo?" I whispered as I turned. Mandingo was waiting patiently beside me. Well oiled, he glistened beneath the candlelight. "Okay, baby, I'm almost ready," I whispered as I stretched my body alongside Mandingo's and slowly began to caress my nipples. "Ohhh," I moaned, then glanced over at Mandingo and said, "You should be doing this for me, you know?" I chuckled as I moved my hand up to the soft mound of flesh beneath my chin. There I allowed my fingers to feather-stroke my skin. That really turned me on. "Mmmmm," I groaned, already feeling moist between my legs. "I'm going to make it nice and wet for you, sweetie," I told Mandingo, even though I was thinking about the mocha-colored cutie who frequents the diner where I waitress. He always sits at my station, always orders a decaf, two slices of whole-wheat toast, followed by a glass of oHolliday, Geneva is the author of 'Fever ', published 2006 under ISBN 9780767921152 and ISBN 0767921151.