Big Spankable Asses. Kimberly Kaye Terry

her caramel skin and chestnut-colored eyes. It worked for her. Like Lilliana, she was short. Actually, Simone was petite, with nice firm breasts and butt, but she was thin. She often tried to hide her actual height, Lilliana rarely saw her wear shoes with a heel less than three inches.

      On the other hand, Lilliana didn’t consider herself petite, although she was short, and she had never been thin at only five feet three inches tall. The difference between her and Simone was that she was curvy all over. Her waist was small, but that was it. Thighs, hips, behind and tits…nothing but curves.

      Where she and Simone were shorter in stature, Melinda was tall and thin. But no matter how thin she was, sista girl still had an ass. Not as much as Simone, and nothing compared to hers, but she wasn’t flat by any stretch of the imagination.

      Before Melinda divorced Edmond, she too wore her hair long and relaxed as did Simone…and fake. But unlike Simone, Melinda wore her additions to please her husband.

      Although Lilliana lived her life by the motto “to each his own” she liked that her friend now wore her own hair short and twisted. In Lilliana’s opinion it suited Melinda much better than all that fake stuff she used to sport.

      Lilliana had worn her hair natural most of her life and had no desire to relax it. She’d used a relaxer once as a teenager and when all her hair fell out, that ended her desire to straighten her nappy kinks. If she didn’t have it braided she usually wore it as she had it now, big and nappy all over her head, she thought with a laugh.

      “Are you listening, Lilly? What do you think?”

      “I think that’s cool,” she said, although she didn’t know what in the world they were talking about.

      Lilliana turned her attention back to her friends and hid her embarrassment. She’d developed the habit of going into her own world and thoughts as a teenager when her mother went on one of her rants, cussing her out for some perceived slight or other. The habit had been strengthened during her twelve years with Marcus, when he’d done the same thing to her.

      “Are you serious? You want to do it? Okay, Melinda, that means you’re going to be left out, girl! Come on, it’ll be funny as hell if nothing else. Just think if someone actually answers the ad! Damn!”

      “What ad?” Lilliana asked.

      “What ad? You just said you thought it was cool! I knew you weren’t paying attention. The ad we’re going to take out to find a man who knows how to handle a big spankable ass! While you were spacing out, we were talking about taking out an ad…”

      “You were talking about taking out an ad,” Melinda quickly interjected.

      “Fine, I was talking about taking out an ad in the Reader to try and find a man who knows how to, uh…” Simone hesitated.

      “Don’t act shy now, “Melinda laughed.

      “I’m not shy about it! To try and find a man who knows what he’s doing in bed. One who knows exactly how to please a woman,” Simone said and paused to take a sip of her drink.

      “Wait a minute. First off, are you serious? An ad in the Reader looking for a man? And how many of those have you had?” Lilliana asked, referring to the oversized margarita in Simone’s hand.

      “This is my third…I think,” Simone disregarded the question with a wave of her French manicured hand and continued. “And not just any man. We want one who knows how to—”

      “Yeah, I got that! One who knows how to handle a big spankable ass! Girl, what?” Lilliana started chuckling and before they knew it all three women were cracking up with laughter.

      “Hold up, hold up! I’m serious!”

      “Okay, so explain this to me. Ooh, Lord. Simone, you are nuts!” Lilliana gasped trying to get her laughter in check.

      “Welll…” Simone started and dragged the word out. “We’ve all been complaining lately about not getting any good loving. I, for one, am tired as hell of relying on my vibrator for relief. I’m also tired of being alone and my love life sucks serious monkey balls. The brothas I’ve been dealing with lately are working my last nerve! The latest one lost his job and his erection! I can deal with one, but I damn sure am not dealing with both! I tried my damnedest to be sympathetic but when he started taking it out on me, that’s where I draw the line! I want a living, breathing, man. A real man. I want to try things I’ve never tried before. I want adventure. I want a man to lay it on me. I want him to spank my fat ass…and make me like it,” Simone paused and looked directly at Lilliana.

      Lilliana felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

      “How about you, Lil? Aren’t you tired of the game? Are you with me? What better way to find exactly what we’re looking for than to advertise? Are you both with me?”

      Simone sat back in the booth. With one eyebrow raised and a half-smile on her face, she slowly raised her margarita high in the air and waited.

      “Here’s the rules,” she continued when her friends didn’t answer. “First date in public. During the day. No exchanging personal info until we check the man out. No hopping into a stranger’s car. Keep it safe—and then go crazy.”

      Lilliana felt a curious excitement settle in her lower belly. The kind of tingle that meant she was going to do something bold, crazy, and unlike anything she probably would have thought of on her own. She laughed out loud.

      “Hell yes, girl…count me in!” She raised her glass and they both turned to Melinda.

      Melinda had a small smile on her face and she raised her glass as well. “What the hell, what can go wrong? It’s not like anyone is going to actually answer the ad correctly,” She laughed and with a clink all around the ladies toasted in agreement and ordered another round of margaritas.

      That night as Lilliana lay in bed she thought back over what she and her friends had discussed and wondered what it would feel like to have a man really know what the hell he was doing in bed. To know what it would feel like to have a man do her real slow, take his time and work her until she cried out in mercy, pleading for him to take it easy on her. Make her call his name and like it. No faking, no pretense. A real man would know what she wanted. He’d know just how to handle her.

      As her mind brought up images of an unknown stranger’s large hand caressing her, she opened her legs and withdrew the vibrator from her side table drawer and soon a low hum filled the air. She leaned back against the pillows, licked her lips, closed her eyes and allowed her imagination to take over.

      Slowly, he’d climb up her body, his dick thick and strong as it slid along the inside of her thigh. As it rubbed against the outer lips of her pussy, the head would be damp with pre-cum before it would thump a happy welcome against the curvature of her belly.

      He’d lean down and kiss her. Slowly, skillfully, and completely…kiss her. He’d make love to her mouth like a porn star, sucking and nibbling until the kisses were no longer enough.

      She brushed the vinyl-skinned vibrator against her aching, wet pussy, imaging it to be her dream lover’s stiff dick. He’d play with her at first. Tease her wet lips, rubbing and torturing the hidden nub of her clit with the round knob of his penis until she was breathless in anticipation, waiting to see when he’d stop toying and give her what she needed.

      Lilliana reached up and lightly cupped a breast in her hand and massaged the large globe and imagined how good it would feel to have a man’s big hand in the place of hers. Lilliana pinched and pulled her nipples until they stood out in stiff peaks while she feathered the rubbery end of the vibrator against her clit. Slowly she eased the broad head of the apparatus into her vagina and groaned out loud as the smooth hardness of being filled to the rim with ten inches of vibrating sensation filled her.

      She spread her legs far apart and allowed her knees to fall to the bed as she moved the plastic apparatus, bucking her hips and allowing her mind to imagine a man was riding her…to imagine it was the perfect man, making perfect love to her.