Risque: The Erotica Short Story Novel
By: R.L. Wynder
Copyright 2011 R.L. Wynder
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This Book is Dedicated to the Memory of:
Virginia Elizabeth Wynder
James Henry Kellam
Richard “Big Dog” McMillian
Calvin T. Wynder
Mable L. Thomas
Jannie P. Smith
Bellzina Taborn
Tyree N. Taborn
&
Robin Davis
Acknowledgments
Before I get into my acknowledgements I would like to give thanks to the almighty God who sits up high and looks down low. He’s given me the ability, the creativity and the strength to write this book. I thank God for everything, the good, the bad and the ugly. He knows me and my heart best, thank you God!
If you’re reading this it means you’ve supported me and somehow got your hands on my first book, whether you brought it or borrowed it from a friend. I just want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart and I hope you enjoy it.
A lot of my friends asked: Will I be embarrassed to put my book out? Given its content. I thought about it. I even thought about going under a pseudo name. I must admit at first I was a little timid to put it out because of my mother, aunt and pastor. Those were the only three people I worried about. I told them and they all supported my creative endeavor, not necessarily the subject matter….LOL
I decided not to go under a pseudo name because I’m just writing about SEX people S. E. X; we’ve all had it. We treat it like the elephant in the room. 12-year-old kids have sex, if you can’t talk about it, you can’t prepare for it or prevent things like pregnancy, STDs, or HIV/Aids.
I wrote this book for mature audiences ONLY, I can’t control whose hands my book fall into but I can do my part and promote safe sex. Sex and the outcomes of sex are real. If you don’t want a child, a STD and/or HIV/AIDS protect yourself. If you want to have unprotected sex you and your partner should get tested together.
What you’re about to read is straight from my imagination, I’ve always had a very vivid imagination and ever since I was a kid I’ve always wanted to write a book. I knew I would one day write a book, but I had no idea that it would be a book of erotica.
The first thing people ask me, are these your experiences? Ummmm…..NO! Please understand there is a difference between Ronica the person and Ronica the author. You wouldn’t ask Denzel if he actually killed someone just because you saw him do it in a movie. Would you? No. This is the same exact thing.
I research these characters, places and actions. One of the best parts for me is the research, because it gives me the opportunity to make these scenarios as real as possible for you. For a quick second I transform into the characters. Once I step a way from writing I’m no longer that character. Seems very weird but we artist are, we have to be weird to come up with some of this crazy mess.
I’m hoping you experience the same thing I experienced while writing this. Become the character, feel what my characters feel; place yourself in their situations. This book will give you the opportunity to experience everything you’ve wanted to experience sexually without actually doing so. We all have some freak in us, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have my book in your hands….LOL
Some of the names in this book may sound familiar…..and they are. I’ve name characters after people in my life that I love and care about. I thought it would be fun to show my appreciation for them by naming characters after them. These are just names, nothing more, these stories are not related to them AT ALL.
Through out this process a lot of people have helped me both physically and in spirit, I appreciate all of you. I first want to give thanks to my family for their support for everything from college, to moving away to New York, and now supporting an author.
My mommy, who I love with all my heart. I have no idea what I would do without you. You sometimes know me better than I know myself. You know when to leave me alone and when something’s wrong with me. If I know you, you’re probably reading this crying right now…LOL Suck it up Momma!
My Aunt Pearline, thanks for being my second mom. The mom’s house I went over as a kid because I knew you would never lay hands on me despite all of your idle threats. Love ya!
My big sister Meatball, I love you and it’s never too late to fulfill your dreams, if it’s something you want you have to go for it because very rarely does it come to you. To the rest of the fam, I love you, thanks for supporting me. Malaysia, Uncle Jesse, Uncle Donnie, Grandnette, Delia, Niecy, Ms. Simon, Ms. Myrtle, Aunt Gwen, Aunt Nettie, Lil Man, Monica, Veronica, Marcus, Peachez, Corey, Joyvan, Tasha, Aunt Joyce, Gee Gee, Aunt Shirleen, Aunt Shirley, Aunt Mable, Dee Dee and Maxine.
To my friends who I love like blood: Chrissy Simon, Shinekia Staten, Myesha Ingram, Felicia Trower, Marsha Evans, Alonna Marable, Warren Freeman jr, Kim Tynes, Deirdra Davis & Robert Simpkins. Geovanti, my roommate, friend & brother thank you, for everything you’ve helped me a great deal! XOXO, Tony!
To everyone that has helped me out in some way or another: Sherrie Smith (co-editor), Kia Perry, Mykwain Gainey (Photographer), Curtis Franklin (Graphic Designer of cover), Timothy Nurse, Mike Street, Felicia Brittingham, Marquita Tyrone, @publishingguru (twitter), @tj_Michaels (twitter), Struggles, Corp and Boomer. If I forgot you please blame it on my mind and not my heart. I thank all of you.
To all my Eastern Shore of Virginia Folk & Virginia State University Trojans: Remember you can do anything if you just believe and follow your dreams.
Contents
Four Play
Family Affair
The Cougar’s Prowl
Cinderella
Room Number 3
Quickie No. 1: Joy Ride
Sex
The Assignment
Karma
A Woman’s Worth
Quickie #2: Word Play
The Orgasm
Three’s Company
California Dreams
Locked Down Love
MoSex
Quickie #3: Joy Ride Pt. 2
FAMILY AFFAIR
“Shh, shh baby, I told you to keep it down.”
“I. Cant. This. Feels. So. Damn. Good. Ohhhh!”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” He had a word for every stroke he gave me and I had a word for every grind I reciprocated.
“Oooh, I love it when you talk like that.”
All of a sudden Tony removed his long thick love tool from out of my sweet spot, I gazed up at him as if he had lost his damn mind. I couldn’t believe he just interrupted our great lovemaking.
“Damn it Vanessa, I told you if you were going to come over here you can’t be making all that fucking noise. You know, my parents are in the next room. What chu trying to do? Get me caught.”
With clouds of confusion filling up my head I looked at this mofo like he was crazy. I’m still trying to figure out why he pulled out to lecture me on noise making. Shit, I can feel my shit drying up by the minute because his damn whining is a turn off.
“Well what the fuck you expect me to do when you have your shit damn near hitting my heart and when the hell you gon move out TONY? You’re almost 30 years old still living with your parents and I still gotta sneak in and out of here while your parents are sleep.”
I got out of bed realizing how stupid I am for going along with this entire thing anyway. Dick is a powerful thing. I started putting my clothes on while still managing to fuss Tony out.
“I’m too grown for this shit, it’s my fault because I know my ass is gon be right back here.”
“Vanessa, chill you ain’t gotta leave you just got to shut the hell up.”
“I always just have to shut the hell up. Why don’t you get your lazy ass out of the city and make your way to Brooklyn sometime to my apartment where I live, ALONE! Where we can fuck anywhere without any interruptions.”
Before I made my exit I made sure I had everything, purse, stilettos, and trench coat.
“And another thing Anthony don’t fucking call me until you move out of your parent’s house or learn how to make your way to Brooklyn.”
I tip toed out of his room, through the hall, down the steps and quietly exited the front door of his parent’s Harlem brownstone. In my mind I slammed and stomped my way out of his house.
I made sure to call his ass Anthony too, because he hated to be called Anthony. Anthony was actually a JR, so he grew up being called Tony. Tony’s relationship with his father isn’t the best, which is why he preferred to be called Tony.
I walked down the streets of Harlem at exactly 1:16 am towards my car with just a pair of stilettos on and a trench coat to cover my naked body. I love surprising Tony with something new every time I see him.