Black Harlequin: The Romance Revealed

  The secret in his pants... The Phenomenal Dick. The hiatus had to come to an end after she awoke recalling how her back would arch, the palms of his hands under her shoulder blades as she reseat her pelvis in the rhythm of heat on his dick in the bed. That really excited him to have the underworkering of a female mechanic, Mo-ey, Jack-ie & Do-Me (Moe, Larry & Curly), the three stooges working it out from the bottom. That's what kept her coming back underneath all the smooth talk, con job he was filling her eyes with that went with what her eyes were seeing below his waistline, Phenomenal Dick. Phenomenally, and this morning she woke with the desire to be the Phenomenal Woman. She had capsized on a long wave of night sweat and was dewy, everything she wanted to be with this man in her thoughts. Off to the shower girl before you heat your brain up a lil bit too much without cooling the "blue Jay" (blue balls for women for you in laymen terms) singing down there. O...

 She was reading a PT "X" titled HARLEQUIN. Chapter Title 'Order In"  It was a night that began with the usual music video pop tunes on the Big Apple TV something playing -lyrics like: "...stop the bullshit about diner for 2 at the local venue This attraction between Me & You When I ain't came to fill my stomach up Throw Your "Order In" sign up So I can throw my legs up, neon lights up Flight out as the Young Apprentice I'm gonna give all your secrets away, you don't have to Journey no more..." Something like that was just what I had on my mind, as in the cliche, "We're on the same page". Funny how a boring evening lit the page up as she looked from a King Magazine Video Production. She had set her Lois Lane glasses aside because mild manored Kent had turned into Edgar Alan Poe known for his tale, tale Hearts in the floor. Just about now he had hit the ripe age and picked her to slow down the porn traffic image he had...