Happy Holidays Brielle: Vol.5
Im still gonna finish this juicy ride regardless if it’s christmas or not lol
Erik and Brielle enjoy a sexy Christmas together in NYC
Warnings: FLUFFY and SMUTTY
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DECEMBER 25th 2018: Christmas Day!!
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas
Is you
Erik damn near shot up in Brielle’s bed out of his deep slumber, knocking his head against the headboard behind him. Loud barking from Muffin could be heard and then out of nowhere, the soft small frame of his brat hopping on him to straddle him excitedly caught him off guard.
Erik picks up one of her lavender silk pillows, throwing it over his face, crossing his arms over it to keep her from grabbing the pillow away.
“Come on Scrooge it’s Christmas!!!” Brielle wore a fitted Christmas onesie with a butt flap that read spank me under the mistletoe. She had antlers on her head as well, her Cartier bracelet shining and the gold of her name necklace shining as well. She had a big bright white smile plastered over her pouty lips, bouncing on Erik’s crotch to get a rouse out of him.
“Brie Brie give me like...five minutes.” Erik’s voice was like a chair scraping across a hardwood floor, all scratchy and groggy. She heard him sniffle a little, then letting out a groan.
“Erik, are you getting sick?!” She had a blinking expression on her face.
With that he removed the pillow, his dreads sticking up oddly and his eyes low. He rubbed at his nose with the palm of his hand rough before sniffling loudly, his broad nose reddened at the tip like Rudolph himself.
“You are aren’t you?!!” Brielle was bug eyed, like her eyes weren’t big enough as it is.
“Is that song on repeat?” He asked in annoyance, the song began playing again, causing Brielle to sing in his lap. She actually sounded pretty good, her tone was a little flat but all in all she sounded sweet and melodic.
“What you need is some cinnamon apple tea, and a nice hot breakfast.” She hopped off of him, slipping on her chestnut ugg slippers, pulling out a gift bag from her closet.
“Before I go whip us up something, why don’t you put on your first Christmas gift.” Brielle handed Erik the glittery bag with a mistletoe on it, some of the glitter getting on his bare chest.
“I’m not a fucking Christmas decoration Brie Brie I don’t want glitter on me.” With a stern expression etched across his face.
“What else would you like me to put on you then?” Erik looked over at her, watching as she wagged her eyebrows, casing him to laugh.
“You make me sick.” He responded playfully.
Erik pulls the red tissue paper out of the bag, finally staring down at the item within it.
“You serious?” He spoke languidly.
it was a red cotton onesie with a hood the fabric clearly having no room to breathe. On the back embroidered in gold was the outlining of a Jaguar with the eyes embroidered an emerald green.
“I figured we could match this morning for the holiday!” She was very very excited, jumping up and down, clapping her hands together.
“If I wear this, you at least gotta suck my dick first. My dick is..”
Erik lifted the covers back, showing off his solid erection that twitched against the fabric of his briefs.
“Stiff as a fucking rock.”
She nibbles on her lip, her thighs coming together to control the flutter she felt in her pussy.
“You would make me get on my knees on this wonderful holiday.” Brielle didn’t think twice as she got down on all fours, crawling towards Erik with those cute antlers on her head and her eyes sultry.
She yanked the rest of the blanket back from his body, kissing his thighs with those protruding eyes on him, letting him know that she was in complete control of this and she wanted the dick.
“Santa you know I love sucking your dick, either way I would sucked it.” She was right, it didn’t matter if he wore the damn thing or not she was going to taste him over and over.
“Why don’t you grab your phone and record me while I suck it dry.” Erik reaches over to where he slept, grabbing his phone from under the pillow, swiping left to pull up his camera. She didn’t feel like waiting until he was ready either, automatically sucking him up, allowing her spit to drool down with every stroke of her mouth and suction from her pouty lips. Brielle pops her mouth off as she stares into that camera, her eyes never leaving, a small smile gracing her lips.
“You ain’t scared huh?” Spoke Erik low.
“How can I be afraid when I got this good dick in my mouth.” She gives the underside of his dick a flick of her tongue earning a jerk of his hips. She repeated the same action, a hiss escaping his mouth.
“You like it when I lick the tip?” She licked slow, then kissed it.
“I know it’s your absolute favorite.” She talked into that camera so innocently it rendered Erik speechless, the HD view he was provided with had him loss for words and all he could do was sit there open mouthed, his eyes unblinking as he recorded his little helper.
She used the topside of her tongue to give him long licks, the surface of her taste buds adding texture to her technique. The fact that she took her time with stimulation while sucking him off had him begging her to keep going and to never stop without words, because his body did the talking for him.
“I aim to please my man. I love this good dick in my dirty little mouth.” Erik nods his head in agreement, bottom lip red and swollen from the assault of his teeth.
“I bet you ain’t never have a chick suck it like I do…can they do this?” Brielle lowered her entire mouth over the dick and she started clenching and unclenching the inside of her jaws, the flesh from the corners of her mouth squeezing him repeatedly, spit spilling out and to his pelvis each time. Erik reaches out to hold her in place, his eyebrows pinched and his mouth agape.
She hummed over him, the vibration making him flex his abs.
Brielle lifts for air, smiling up at Erik with a wink of her eye.
“Never had that shit have you Daddy?” Erik shakes his head no. Brielle strokes his dripping wet dick, the sound similar to the sound of churning butter.
Brielle takes both of her hands, moving them in a grinding motion.
“I’ll show you what you’ve been missing Daddy, I’ll show you what your friends wish they had.” She started off kissing his tip again, dragging it out so she could relish in the sweet beautiful agony of his body squirming. With her one hand stroking, she trailed kisses down to his balls, her lips feather like, and when she drew back it always left a perfect suction. Erik’s head went back and the phone in his hand shook a little. She went back to grinding her hands over him, her mouth latched to his dick now, sucking perfectly. It was so damn wet, the more she sucked the more spit produced.
She opened her lips slightly to gently squeeze the top of his penis, then she went in for the kill and began deep throating him. It was like the back of her throat was a bottomless pit, no gagging, no choking, just long strokes with her mouth like he was stroking her pussy.
“That’s it baby work it, suck it.” Erik just started instructing his Bratty Brie.
“There you go baby, there you go give daddy that mouth. Give me that FUCKING MOUTH.”
She popped her mouth off of him.
“Give you this throat daddy?”
“Yeah gimmie that shit like I said.”
She licked and kissed his dick.
“You gonna take it from me?”
“Fuck yes.”
She strokes him, batting her eyes in the camera.
“Then fuck this mouth like you tryna rob me.”
She lowered back over him deep, watching as Erik’s hands came to grip her by her antlers, flexing up into her mouth repeatedly. You could hear the gurgling and he could feel the tip of his dick stroke the inside of her cheek. She then made an “O” shape with her lips, making it as tight as possible, applying pressure around his penis.
“Keep doing that and watch me paint the back of your throat, how ever deep that might be.”
She used her head as movement only, bobbing up and down first only on his tip, and now taking the entire length of him. Erik shook his head in blissful agony, his hands now gripping the sheets on her bed bringing the fabric rough between his fingers as he fucked up into her mouth while she bobbed that pretty little head.
“Ain’t no way another chick can suck it like you do!” He spoke that through clenched teeth.
“You dirty bitch.” The feeling alone made him want to call her his nasty, slutty, filthy little bitch.
She popped her mouth off again, stroking his chocolate stick.
“That’s all I am? Just a dirty little bitch? Nothing else?” She sunk back over him then.
“Now that you mention it you a nasty little slut too.” The dirty talk alone made her keep going.
“Your mouth is a filthy wet hole that I could fuck for hours.”
Erik was close and the closer he became, the more his voice wavered, stumbling over his words.
“You-you tryna make daddy cum my little….” he couldn’t even finish, the feeling too much to handle.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck…” he began shaking, his balls tightened, and his eyes squeezed shut.
“YEAH!!” And with that he fell back onto the bed, his body jerking as his hips bucked into her mouth. He came alright, but Brielle wasn’t finished.
“Damn Brie Brie!” Erik lifts up on his elbows watching her work it up again.
“You not playing are you?” He had a look of disbelief.
She didn’t respond as her mouth kept on going, still deep, still wet, still tight.
“You deserve all the gifts and all the kisses and all the hugs..” Erik started petting her hair, a moan escaping his mouth every single time. It sounded desperate, like he was defeated, like he was crying out for her to keep going. It was the sexiest thing she heard from a man, especially Erik because he let it all go, no restraints, no shame, no embarrassment like most men feel. This was a great way to kick start her Christmas.
“You plan on cumming again for me Daddy?”
Erik simply nodded his head yes with the most innocent expression, his lip between his teeth, his eyebrows worried, his eyes low and fluttery. Brielle simply stroked him, kissing his tip each time earning more moans. She couldn’t get over this shit.
“Keep going baby?”
“Yes.” He moaned out.
“Kiss it good baby?” Brielle was supper wet and she felt her belly tighten. Was she?
“Yesss oh my fucking goddddd” He dragged that out long and urgent.
“Daddy..” Brielle gasps, feeling her liquid pool within her onesie. She lifts frantically, unzipping her onesie, hand dipping into her red boy shorts finally finding her swollen clit and pedals soaked in honey. She kneels back down, sucking and licking on Erik again with her fingers in her pussy stroking her g spot. Erik could hear her pussy all the way on the bed and her tongue was doing dangerous things to his balls and his shaft.
“Daddy cum with me.” Brielle was in complete shock. She was on the verge of cumming in her onesie from sucking Erik’s dick alone. She had to finish herself off, and the more she strokes, the more her stomach turned to knots and the more she could see herself making a mess on her carpet.
“Ah, fuck girl you got a nigga cumming again.” Erik couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of her moaning around his dick and the frantic way her fingers moved in and out of her pussy. He reached out his shaking fingers to stroke her face, her perfectly beautiful chocolate face before practically shouting, cumming down her throat so rough and thick it had her choking for the first time since she started sucking him off. Brielle’s legs clamped shut, her eyes squeezing closed as her fingers sloppily pumped into her pussy, releasing her cum all over her fingers and down her wrist.
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“Cinnamon French toast with honey and brown sugar butter, scrambled eggs with cheddar, and smoked sausage!” Brielle pulled out her fancy Noritake Crestwood Gold Rimmed Dining Set, plating the French toast in layers, powder sugar flakes littering the sweet treat and a small dish with perfectly whipped honey brown sugar butter. The eggs were oozing cheese and the smoked sausage had a maple glaze that was baked into it from the oven. Erik sat at her kitchen island, his onesie on with the hood up, those bright brown eyes eager and those long lashes sweeping the tops of his lids. He took small sips from his cinnamon apple tea, licking his lips because he loved the sweet tang of it. He could watch her operate in the kitchen with each meal of the day. She moved around with grace, she took her time with the food like it was a new born child.
You could tell she had a passion and precision with cooking like she did with designing clothes. She sang along to Donny Hathaway’s version of This Christmas. Erik even song along with her a little, meeting her pretty wide brown eyes each time she caught him singing.
“I hear you over there Mr.”
Erik shrugs.
“What can I say I’m in the Christmas spirit, first Christmas in a long time really.”
Brielle sat his plate in front of him with his butter knife and fork, walking around with hers to sit next to him.
“Can you…I mean, if it’s not a problem...I-I wanna know more about you. Who is Erik Stevens?”
Erik pauses on cutting into his French toast, meeting his brats gaze. It was sincere and curious.
“Wow. Um...yeah, I can tell you more.”
Erik adjusts his seat, clearing his throat before speaking.
“I honestly haven’t really been close with my wakandan family. It’s a lot of...hurt there...WAS a lot of hurt there and, after my father died years back I felt so much hate towards them you know?”
Brielle couldn’t respond in words, so she nods, making sure that she held Erik’s gaze. She knew he was a man of many mysteries like the Davinci Code but she also wanted him to know that he could trust her with this information.
“He was killed, and it’s wrapped up in my family...and I let that ride with me up until two years ago. I told you...what I’ve done.” Brielle lets out a breath, gripping Erik’s hand, rubbing soothing circles over it.
“And I’m sorry I went about it that way.”
“Don’t apologize.” She hushes him. Erik gives her a half smirk before clearing his throat to speak again.
“I was born N’Jadaka Udaku, not Erik Stevens. N’Jadaka, I don’t really know that nigga well.” He chuckles a little causing her to do the same.
“But, I’m a prince...and I’ve convinced myself that I should give that a try, but I’m cool with being Erik Stevens; Killmonger.”
Brielle raised a single arched brow at him.
“Killmonger huh?” Saying that brought back memories to when he told her about killing people.
“Yeah, I know Killmonger is a savage but, that’s a part of me.” She could really see his heart in his words.
“Well, I’m sorry about your father…”
“N’Jobu.” He clarifies.
“I’m sure N’Jobu is proud of his son… and your mom too right?”
Erik gives a half shrug, turning to grab his mug. Brielle noticed the shift in his mood a little.
“Oh, E...I’m so sorry babe.” She grabs his face, watching as his eyes flicked downward into his lap. He jerks a little lifting his head with a rapid blink of his captivating eyes.
“Family man...that shit can be a trip.” He looks at her leaning in to peck her soft cheek.
“You pulling at my heartstrings girl stop making me feel soft.” Erik nudges her, earning a glare.
“Why don’t you eat your food Mr Softy.” Erik laughs an addictive laugh, finally cutting into his French toast, dipping it into the whipped butter and taking no time to put it into his mouth. Brielle took notice at how he would eat his food off his fork with the utensil backwards.
Erik chews, and the more he chewed, the slower it became. He closed his eyes, opening them to take another stab at the sweet toast, dipping it, and bringing it back to his mouth. He let out a soothing breath as if meditating and the sight alone had Brielle forgetting her own plate.
“Lately I’ve been really taking the time to appreciate my food and savoring that shit.” Brielle was in awe of this man, this aristocratic man.
“And when I do that now, it makes me build memories off of the food I’ve tried and it makes my taste buds form those memories you know what I’m saying?” He scrapes his tongue over his teeth.
“You cooked the HELL out of that French toast baby.” She loved the way he called her baby, his little bratty baby.
“It’s so fucking good Brie Brie mm.” She blushes hard, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, trying to control it. In between her eating she took glances at him sampling the eggs and sausage, a hum of approval escaping every time, she hitched a breath at the way he took is pointer finger and sometimes his pinky to smear along the surface of the expensive chinaware, sucking on the digits causing his dimples to appear. His plate was completely clean.
“I only do that when I’ve been served up a meal to remember.” He said in finality, reaching over to grab a second serving.
After the breakfast to remember, Brielle and Erik sat on the plush carpet of her living room in front of her white Christmas tree with her fancy glass Christmas ornaments and gold star on top of her tree.The European style wall mount electric fireplace made them feel warm and cozy. Muffin was perched on her chocolate velvet Wentworth Tufted Dog Bed, a cute Christmas reef collar around her neck and her fur perfectly groomed.
Brielle made Erik a personal Christmas stocking that was of suede ivory with his name embroidered in gold. She begged him to wear his Santa hat again, snapping pictures of him on her phone, at first to his annoyance but then the goof ball surfaced, providing her with pics of his tongue out.
Brielle seemed to have two for Erik under her Christmas tree that he didn’t ignore, his interest peaked. She insisted that he accept her gifts without a debate.
“I can spend money on you too Mr. Don’t argue with me.”
She pointed a warning finger to him.
“Alright mama!” Erik held up his hands in surrender.
She smiles, picking up a small white box with silver trimming, handing it over to him. She looked dreamy and ecstatic as she sat up on her knees. Erik runs his fingers over the surface of the box, gazing at it intently, before finally lifting the lid, his eyes staring down in disbelief.
“You...” that was all he said, his pouty full bottom lip hanging and his eyes searching.
It was 18 CT gold, with champagne color and black dial, oysterflex bracelet with 4130 movement; a self-winding mechanical chronograph movement.
“Brielle.” That’s all he said, that lady-killer smile creeping up.
It was a Comograph Daytona Rolex watch. It came with a fancy note that Erik read allowed.
“The Cosmograph Daytona, introduced in 1963, was designed to meet the demands of professional racing drivers. An icon eternally joined in name and function to the high-performance world of motor sport. Fifty years after its creation, the Cosmograph Daytona remains in a class of its own among sport chronographs.” He read it in a sort of whisper, Brielle encapsulated by his words like a model ship in a bottle.
Erik turned the watch around, seeing his name engraved into the shining gold, along with a small passage. He peered over at Brielle, watching the apples of her cheeks pop, those beautiful eyes edging him on further.
Erik squinted closely to read the passage, assuming he wanted her to read that allowed as well.
The bold, daring, intellectual, charming.
The elegant man, the brave man-my man.
As you watch the hands of this edgy watch tick,
I want you to be reminded that every time spent
With you is worth many more. With Love, Happy Holidays Erik.
What he didn’t expect was that. Erik met her blazing eyes again, his thumb running over the engraved gold of his brand new Rolex.
“You are really something special aren’t you girl?” Erik gripped her chin, and as if a shadow had been casted over them both, her face was close to his and the sweet smell of maple could be distinguished on her breath, and then her tongue was in his mouth, all but overpowering his senses. Erik finally breaks the intense kiss, speaking directly over her lips with a sensual whisper that heightened her senses.
“Thank you so much beautiful.” She could feel her pulse jump. Erik takes in her flustered dreamy look before picking up his second gift, a large box of the same design. He opened the box to find sneakers, but they were definitely special edition for the occasion. It was a pair of Nike Air Force 1 Premium Winter in brown/black with sherpa fabric lining that keeps your feet warm, reimagining the iconic hoops shoe.
His smile is plastered so wide it even causes Brielle to smile. She saw the way the happiness in his eyes danced as he stared down at the edgy shoe.
“Not only is it a Nike shoe, it’s perfect for this sub zero ass weather y’all New Yorkers are so used to.” Erik went to try it on, loving the fit already and the way it made his toes feel.
“I don’t know how many times I can say thank you for you to understand..”
“Once is enough big head.” Brielle teases.
Erik finally puts his gifts back under the tree, pulling out just one from underneath in a small gift bag with pretty metallic colors that reminded you of the tropics.
Brielle takes the bag, a groan ready to escape but Erik places a single finger to her mouth.
“Hush little brat don’t say a word.” She nibbled on his finger. Brielle removes the tissue paper, eyes looking down at a necklace lined with garnet gemstones, a little galaxy or sky of some sort hanging on the end of it encased in a single teardrop diamond. Brielle held it up, her hand being used to hold up the end of the jewel to get a better look. Within it, it looked like a sunset, or maybe a sunrise swirling like it was coming to life. She just stared. And the more she did that, the more she became drawn to it.
“It’s the Wakandan Sunset in that diamond.” Erik explains.
“When I was away within those 22 days I took time to fly out to Wakanda, to have this made for you.”
Brielle didn’t respond as her chocolate irises reflected the many swirling colors of that sunset.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Erik asked as his lips softly pecked her cheek down to her neck.
“This is truly a paradise Erik. I hope you plan on taking me there someday.”
“You don’t even gotta ask Brie Brie.” Erik would take her there in a heartbeat, that was no problem. He finally takes the necklace from her, instructing for her to lift her hair, as he crawled behind her on his knees, placing the necklace around her neck, securing it tightly. Erik loved the contrast of color against her mahogany skin, hell he loved every color on her skin.
Brielle looks up from her seated position to see her mistletoe hanging proudly and almost glistening from the glitter.
“I deserve a do over Stevens!” Erik watched as she pointed to the ceiling to see the festive plant hanging. He had to laugh at that one.
“Yeah you earned it girl, C’mere.” She turns to straddle his lap, eyes closed for sensory purposes, the only thing felt was the tickle of his breath on her skin and the soft pads of his thumbs over her cheeks. The sound of the Christmas playlist in the background could be heard faintly now, even the soft breathing of Muffin. She could feel warmth from his body heat grow closer and closer as she assumed it was him taking his time to asses her before sweeping her off her feet with just his divine lips. He was gentle and careful and the rapid breathing from her was persistent.
He kisses her jaw line first, soft and delicate, earning a lip bite. Instead of him retracting his lips from her face, he simply trails the moist flesh along the surface of her jaw all the way up to her cheek where he gave her yielding kisses that felt shy almost, teasing his brat. It sent goosebumps over her flesh when he kissed the side of her mouth, barely touching her lips. She encourages him with a gasp, the tickle of his moisturized lips slowly feasting the sides of her mouth, before finally consuming her deep, the pressure guaranteed to leave a bruise in its wake. She spread her lips and accepted the dip of his sweet tongue into her mouth, the appendage swirling hers releasing the taste of that butter from breakfast. That kiss could shatter her, it was the best kiss she received from him thus far, and it was the perfect do over under that mistletoe.
Erik felt her body go limp against his, gently leading her to the carpeted floor as his lips ravished hers and his tongue practically drowned her mouth.
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Erik got dressed in his Champion reverse weave pullover sweatshirt in green with matching joggers. On his feet he work his new shoes from Brielle and the Rolex on his wrist. To keep him even more warm, he put on his Northface Retro Nuptse puffer coat in brown, with a matching brown custom made 47’ Brand New York Yankees ribbed beanie.
Brielle simply wore a vintage Juicy Couture velour tracksuit in a baby blue color with Juicy Couture spelled out on the back of her pants with rhinestones. She wore a pair of Timberlands in all white, with her hair swept into a tight bun at the nape of her neck with a side part and baby hairs. She wore a Lacoste puffer jacket in the colors white and light blue, white earmuffs over her ears with matching mittens. She was ADORABLE and Erik couldn’t keep his brown eyes off his girl.
Today was going to be a daring day for him to start, Brielle was taking him to the Wollman Rink in Central Park to go ice skating. Brielle had the cutest white skates that she had to break in a few times, and Erik would have to settle for a used pair at the rink. They both would have loved to take the new car Erik purchased for her but decided against it for later when it was dinner time.
Brielle’s personal driver let them out at the entrance to the park because Brielle wanted to enjoy a walk with her man and show him around. Erik had never taken the time to appreciate Central Park the many times he has been to NYC. They both visited the Conservatory Water, the bow bridge with cups of salted Caramel hot cocoa in their hands, sharing a kiss here and there. Erik recorded Brielle on the Boomerang app from his phone as she danced around the Bethesda Fountain playfully. All of those events finally led up to them arriving at the Wollman Rink, the crowd pretty large on this perfect Christmas morning.
“Ice skating in Central Park is one of the most picturesque activities. It’s better at night but we can do that another time.” Brielle was very much looking forward to this, but Erik felt differently.
“Now listen Brie Brie, I’m gonna let yo ass know now that I don’t know a damn thing about ice skating.” Erik and Brielle sat on a bench next to the rink, removing their shoes.
“I would assume so you’re from Cali.” She leans over to tie a perfect bow in her crisp white skates.
“Yeah, so if I go out on this rink and buss my fucking ass I’m blaming you aight?” Brielle rolls her eyes at Erik’s dramatic ass.
“Have you ever roller blade before?”
“Yeah when I was a kid.”
“Okay so, it’s like that except for it’s on ice not concrete.”
“SLIPPERY ice with BLADES not wheels.” Brielle lets out a breath of cold air, turning to Erik then, her hands on his, rubbing them since he decided not to wear gloves.
“E, I got you okay?! I’m not gonna let you fall face first on that ice and crack your skull open.” Erik did a double take at her, causing her to nibble on the side of her lip to stifle a laugh.
He squinted his eyes in suspicion.
“You sure you won’t let go of my fucking hand?”
“Yes.”
“You promise? cuz I would hate to have to punish you later for that.”
“Calm down E.” Brielle stands now on her skates, putting out both her hands for Erik to hold. He grabs them with caution, his eyes on his feet in those skates as he lifts from the bench, finally standing. They stand like that for a second, Erik’s face a little sour.
“Now all we gotta do is walk to the rink, and we are there. Okay?” Erik nods his head, meeting Brielle’s amused face.
“This shit ain’t funny Brielle.”
Brielle starts walking, her hand right in Erik’s as she watched him take tentative steps. He didn’t wobble or anything which was a good thing, but his eyes could not stay away from his feet. Finally at the entrance to the rink, Erik braces himself on the edge, letting go of Brielle’s hand, watching as his girl enters the rink with her right foot first, cascading over the ice with precision before turning back to stand in front of Erik. He had his eyebrow raised with shock, mouth parted with a continuous brisk air escaping.
“Let me guess, you took up skating lessons or some shit?”
Brielle simply smiles, giving him a wink before motioning for him to enter.
“Give me like...one minute Brie Brie.” The tip of his nose was so crimson, and his eyes slightly watered from the bite of cold air.
“E how else will you get over this fear?”
He scanned her face, closing his eyes slow before clapping his hands together, stepping around the wall to enter. The first look at him entering made her want to squeeze him from how adorable it was. Who would have thought a man like Erik Stevens would be afraid to ice skate? She was happy she got the opportunity to see this memorable side of him. He still braces himself on the wall, moving his feet back and forth to test the ice.
“Babe, the surface isn’t gonna get less slippery.”
He even had to laugh at that himself. Brielle skates closer, grabbing his hands from the wall, skating backward towards the center. Erik’s left foot slipped forward in surprise causing a string of curses to escape his mouth.
“Shit shit shit shit I was about to buss my fucking ass! Hold my hands tighter.” Brielle squeezes his hands for dear life as he concentrated on getting comfortable on the skates. After about three minutes of skating in a circle with their hands together, Erik went from looking at his feet, to looking at her, his movements forgotten. That gave Brielle the opportunity to let go of his hand, and allow him to have a little more independence. Erik seemed to like that too because he didn’t object.
Both of them started around the circle then, slowing down from time to time whenever Erik felt like he was going too fast. After about four laps around the rink, to Brielle’s surprise Erik was skating alone without her, ahead of her with his hands in his pockets, picking up speed. Brielle built momentum, crouching behind him to squeeze his booty. He actually squeals a little causing her to stumble before correcting herself with grace like it never happened.
“Don’t go grabbing my booty tryna trip me up!!!” If there was any snow he would definitely chuck a snowball in her face. Brielle skates ahead of him then, twirling a little, her movements mesmerizing as she skates around people with ease. Erik could watch her do that all damn day, he was in so much of a trance that he didn’t realize his impending doom straight ahead. Brielle did though, as she spun back in his direction, her hand coming to her mouth in shock as she watched Erik hit the wall on the side of the rink, falling back on his ass.
A few of the skaters who worked the rink approached him, mostly all women of course. Brielle skates over, crouching down before one of the women did to help him up.
“It’s cool I’ll take it from here, thanks.” Brielle gave her a dry smile before helping Erik up, his legs like spaghetti at first but finally, he was up and perched on the wall.
“Erik you good?” Brielle brushed the back of his pants off, pieces of ice sticking to the fabric.
“Remind me to never get caught up in a fucking trance when I look at you ice skate EVER AGAIN.” He waves her away, walking on his skates slow to the exit of the rink, his hand coming down to his butt.
“When we get back to my place I’ll give you a nice booty massage, how's that sound?” They both took off their skates, finally lacing up their shoes.
“A booty rub and a hot bath.” Brielle couldn’t lie about that.
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Brielle sat on her sofa with her laptop, wearing a black fishnet chemise with lace trimming, a black g-string on and a pair of reading glasses. She had her hair out of her bun now and in wet curls from washing it in the shower while Erik was on an important call. She could hear him speaking a foreign language so she only assumed that he was speaking to his wakandan family.
Brielle bit into her glazed doughnut, checking her work emails to see if any new clients came through or if she had a booking from a celebrity for a stylist. So far, she had one offer that she approved, but that wasn’t until March. The sound of the continuous water hitting the water repellent and stain resistant glass of her shower doors, caused her to close her eyes and listen. She wanted to hear what sounds he made when he took a shower, and so far nothing could be heard. Brielle put this little lingerie on to hopefully get a taste of her man when he was finished, but now she wanted to save that for later on.
Brielle closes her laptop, lifting from the couch, removing every piece of that lingerie as she walked towards her master bedroom. The closer she walked, the more she began smelling a warm, creamy yet woodsy scent. She walks around her bed, finally standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching the foggy image of Erik as he scrubbed at his hair, with his back facing her, his ample body coated from head to toe in that dripping water, brazen and desirable. She tiptoes over to him, finally pressing her body firm against the hot glass. Erik still hadn’t been aware of her presence, his head now under the detachable shower head hanging low, his arms bracing the wall as the water spilled down and over his dreads. This man was enticing, fascinating, gamy, hot, inviting...the list goes on.
Erik turns his head under the water, finally opening his eyes to meet the foggy image of a naked Brielle pressed firm against the shower in need. Erik strokes his wet hair back, walking up to that very shower door, pressing his body firm against the glass giving her a full proof view of every muscle. He wipes away the fog from the glass, finally staring down at his juicy, lascivious brat.
“You need something from me?” His voice vibrates off the shower walls.
“Let me in, I want you to make me cum.” She was blunt.
She could see that blurred smile behind the glass, finally watching as he pushes the glass door open, allowing her access. Brielle didn’t think twice as she enters, the change in temperature making her skin sensitive. Erik took no time to push her down on the edge of the tub, his dick in her face. Erik turns to grab the shower head, kneeling down in front of Brielle’s wide open legs, changing the water pressure. His playful promiscuous eyes fell on hers.
“Since you wanna cum so much I’m assuming you wouldn’t mind if I use this plus my tongue?” Brielle shivers.
“Not at all Daddy.” Brielle held her legs back, wet curly hair sticking to the wall and pussy open and wet. Erik took no time to put the water on her clit right along with his tongue, causing her to jerk her hips, causing Erik’s tongue to swipe her clit. The water pressure was too much already, making her clit grow harder and harder, his face getting wet and the water dripping off his lips and tongue. She could only moan and endure it, because it’s what she wanted.
“You better cum good too since you want it so bad.” Erik started alternating between sucking her clit and inner lips and placing intense pressure from the shower head on her clit.
“Your pussy mixed with this water mmmmm.” Brielle gripped Erik’s silky dreads, moving his head over her clit before he lifts to add water. She lowers his head to stick his tongue in her while the water hit her clit in the best way. She was about to cum but the pressure was addictive and she didn’t want to warn him.
“Aaaaaahhhh!!!” She moans out, Erik’s entire mouth on her now. He drops the water his mouth sucking up all her goodies like he was giving her one big sloppy kiss. She hoped that he wouldn’t cause her to fall onto the floor of the shower. She grabs his hair again, moving his mouth over her with a constant moan, her thighs shaking.
“Yes take this pussy..” her head drops.
Before she could cum, Erik lifts up gripping his dick at the base.
“I need to feel it real quick baby, just let me feel that shit.” Erik waits for no objection, sliding his dick into her pussy, fucking her right away. He didn’t come to play clearly, each stroke growing harder and harder each time he entered her. The water from the tips of his dreads fell onto her face, and each time their body crashed water bounced off of their bodies. His body began to slide so he picks up his brat, placing her against the shower wall as he fucked her. She rubs at the back of his head, her nails scraping over his smooth fade, before coming up to run her fingers in his dreads.
Tongues flicked, lips battled, eyes blazed, it was the best quickie she could ask for.
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Finally dressed in her denim tunic with the back cut deep and buttoned in the front, her Gucci Lisa GG Canvas Knee Boots on with her hair in a defined wash and go. Erik stood at her vanity rubbing some men’s Shea Moisture twist and lock cream scented with African black soap and tea tree oil through his hair. He then finished off with applying some beard balm from the same brand to his mustache and beard, the smell of maracuja oil and Shea butter wafting her nose. Erik wore a Banana republic cream colored sweater with light wash drop crotch jeans, his Christmas shoes on his feet and gold pinky rings with his signature gold chain and gold slugs. He looked amazing and tempting, deciding to put on her sherpa fur coat to distract her.
The ride over was quiet, and Brielle could tell that Erik was a bit nervous by the way he kept giving her small smirks and the tight grip he placed on her upper thigh. She leans over to kiss him, rubbing at his dimpled cheek to calm him.
They finally pulled up to 47 Bell point Drive in Brooklyn NY, the Luxury colonial house already inviting. Erik slips out the drivers side, opening Brielle’s door, helping her out. She could since the jittery nature of him and she didn’t want her Erik to feel like that.
“Hey, YOU.” She points at his sturdy chest, a stern look on her face, and Erik’s brown eyes meeting her brown with an unsure look.
“Relax, okay? It’s just a family dinner. Expect the nosey, pushy family. But you will definitely be welcomed and I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think otherwise.”
She playfully grips his chin, causing him to push her hand away.
“I got this, I’m cool. Just, make sure I don’t say TOO MUCH. My family already think I have no filter.”
“You don’t though.” Erik was ready to retort but Brielle grabs his hand, leading him to her old home.
As soon as that door opened, the smell of corn bread, ham, roast, sweet potatoes with brown sugar, collard greens mixed with kale, Mac and cheese, gravy with mashed potatoes, and so much more filled the air. The chatter of her family in the living room could be heard along with Luther Vandross a Merry Little Christmas playing on her moms beats pill she gifted her last Christmas. Brielle and Erik finally enter, shouts, hollers, screams, cheers, and laughter acknowledging her presence.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS BRIELLE!”
“Yay! Brielle is here!”
“Hey little cuz.”
“Come give auntie a hug!!”
“We miss you so much!!”
“How is everything?!”
“You look so beautiful!!”
Everyone talked at once and she couldn’t answer them all. Erik staggered behind, the gift bags in hand before placing them under the Christmas tree that reached the ceiling. As the overwhelming greeting settled, everyone looked over at Erik.
“And Who is this?” Brielle’s mom asks, pointing at Erik with a hand on her hip. Her sisters Justine and Onika giggles behind glasses of wine, and her grandmother smiles at him softly, while her grandfather looks at him sternly.
“Everyone, this is my boyfriend Erik.” She intertwines her fingers with his, watching as he waves hello, that vivacious grin across his lips.
“That’s all you can do is wave boy? You mute or something?!” Her mother says with sass that causes everyone to go quiet.
Brielle could use a good hide right now, but Erik simply chuckles.
“I see where she gets her sass from, I like a women with sass.” He steps forward, his arms open for a hug.
“Merry Christmas Mrs. Johnson.” Her mother actually blushes, walking up to Erik with a laugh before actually kissing his cheek.
“You’re the first of her boyfriends to say that! a man who can handle a women with attitude.” All the women giggled, including her own grandmother.
Erik walks around the room to hug everyone, her Aunt Diana hugging him a little long, her nose buried in his sweater. He shakes her Grandfather's hand, and her father as he comes up from his man cave dawned in Giants gear. Brielle could breath now, Erik really had a good impression so far on her family.
Everyone decided to do gift exchange first, and to Brielle’s surprise, Erik bought her mom and grandma Tiffany Victoria lin bracelets in platinum with diamonds, and her sisters with Return to Tiffany Mini Heart Tag Earrings in 18k white gold with diamonds. They shouted, shocked faces and many generous “thank you’s” hugging him tight, and kissing his face. Brielle could cry at that, she didn’t think he would go out of his way to buy them a gift as well, but then again Erik did ALOT for her alone. He was a man full of surprises.
Dinner was ready and everyone crowded around the family table that overlooked the round ceiling to floor windows that resided there. The night sky mixed with snow flurries was the perfect background for dinner. Her grandma gave her blessing to the food, and then everyone began filling their bellies. Erik was the special guest there besides a few others, but EVERYONE were checking for Erik’s approval.
“How’s the roast Erik? I cooked it in the crock pot this year with homemade gravy.”
He sampled it, licking his lips causing her mom to rest her chin on her intertwined fingers, smiling.
“Tender, moist, and savory Mrs. Johnson.” Her happiness flourished.
“You like my Mac and cheese? My sister kept telling me to add more cheese.” Justine asks. Erik samples that, clapping his hands together with a nod of his head.
“Mmm! It’s so good I can taste all the different cheeses in there.” Justine giggles.
How’s the greens baby? Not too spicy?” Her grandma chimes in.
“I like spicy, did you use Cajun seasoning? A little Cayenne?” Her grandma smiles that signature smile when she’s impressed.
“Those greens, my Father used to make for me when I was a little girl, it’s a family spice recipe.”
Straight after dinner comes sweet potato pie, rum cake, ice cream, pecan pie, and many other sweet treats. The rum cake was Erik’s favorite, eating four pieces before calling it quits.
It was drinking time and more family came over to join in, alcohol of all sorts being past around, drunk uno, spades, and the music switching over to hip hop. The Giants won so Brielle’s father wasn’t picky with the music that her older cousin Derek decided to mix. Erik stole glances at Brielle from his place on the couch between some of her family members, sipping on a little jungle juice mixture he had the pleasure of making. The wide open cut of the denim tunic gave him a clear view of the deep arch of her back and the dimples right above her bubble booty that he loved to nibble. The way her thighs looked covered in those Gucci boots made him want to fuck her with them on.
If watching her was an aphrodisiac Erik wouldn’t mind one fucking bit. He could tell his little brat was getting drunk from the way she fanned herself and the clumsy manner of her filling her drink cup, spilling some down her hand causing her to suck it up quickly. Her hair must have been annoying her then, because she kept flipping it out of her face to one side of her head, giving him a clear view of her delicate neck. Erik had to bite on the rim of his cup to control the growl, his legs swinging to put a damper on his erection. She tilts her head back, finishing off her drink before grabbing her Gucci shoulder bag, walking out the room and up the stairs. Erik’s eyes followed every single step she took.
Brielle shakes the water from her hands, turning to grab a paper towel because her mom didn’t like people to use her decorative towels. She opens her Gucci bag, pulling out her Fenty Beauty Gloss Bomb in the color Diamond Milk-Shimmering Pearl. After that she fluffs her curly fro, profiling in the mirror a little before turning finally to open the bathroom door, finding her sinuous, salacious boyfriend right there as if to surprise her.
“So what, you following me Daddy?” She looked up at him through her lashes.
“You didn’t think I would notice you eyeing me from that spot on the couch?”
She eyes him up and down, tilting her head.
“What makes you think I’m following you ?” He teases, bending over her in the door frame.
“What makes you think You’re not?” He didn’t have a response for that last bit.
“If I were to tell you I’m following you, what would you do about it?” He challenges.
She flips her curly hair over her shoulder, straightening her spine.
“What would you want me to do about it?”
Erik scuffs, licking his lips.
“The point of asking a question, is for you to fucking answer it. Don’t play with me Brie Brie.”
“Well what if I’d rather be defiant?” She whispers.
“Then that calls for me to punish you.” He whispers back.
She gave him an uneasy stare, feeling his hand on her back now, rubbing his fingertips into it before wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her up and over his shoulder in one motion. She squeals low, her curly hair bouncing along his back and his greedy hands gripping and slapping her ass playfully. Now traveling down the dim lit hallway, Brielle starts to giggle attempting to guide Erik to her childhood room.
“It’s straight ahead, the last door on the right near the attic.” Erik turns left and right, almost making Brielle slam her face into the wall. They both laugh, Erik continuing down the hall, finally coming up on a door with butterfly stickers on the outside.
“How cute, I bet you were a hot little thing.”
“Had all the boys wanting to look up my uniform skirt.” Erik tried to imagine that image. He would have been all over Brielle back then just as much as he is now.
“I would have put my whole head under that fucking skirt.” Brielle snorts a laughter as Erik jiggles the door open, darkness ahead with the smell of a vanilla bean candle. Finally in her room, closing the door, Erik pulls Brielle down from his shoulder, flicking on her light switch to ignite the large space. It was a circular room with a window seat, a desk in the corner with a purple lamp that began collecting dust, little glittery stickers on it. Her walls were painted purple too, and there was an entire design wardrobe with different fabrics in it and a sewing machine. There was a lot to digest but the feeling of Brielle’s petite hand on the waist line of his pants dragging him to her bed made Erik snap out of it.
“So this is the chick who talked like she was ready for me?”
She didn’t waver from his gaze as she sat on her old bed Erik’s head leaning further towards hers. He kisses her jaw line, the pouty bottom lip of his hanging under her jaw, eyes closed.
“C’mon girl it’s just us two, show me that firecracker chick who wants me to take her.”
Brielle stands on her bed, pulling her tunic over her head to reveal just her lace g-string that she had on earlier, bare chest with hard nipples. Erik takes no time to pull his sweater over his head, slipping his bottoms off next with his dick standing at attention. He begins kissing her bare belly, tonguing her sweet skin. Brielle edges him on further, addicted to the texture of his tongue the way it raked over her hot flesh.
“Mmm, that shit feels good.” She whispers again, Erik trails upward now taking one of her nipples into his mouth, surprising her by slapping her ass, causing her to gasp, then giggle.
“I don’t want to hear a giggle I want to hear a cry.” Erik slaps her ass HARDER, causing her to clench her cheeks, whimpering now.
“That’s more like it, now I want you to SCREAM.” Brielle giggles again.
“Scream? Sorry daddy my family are down stairs try again.” Erik pulls down Brielle’s g-string, his girl lowering to the bed now, her legs wide with her hand rubbing at her pussy.
“When I put this dick in you, you’ll be screaming then.”
“I bet the fuck I won’t.” She wasn’t about to scream in her family home, not with her grandma downstairs.
Erik puts his mouth on Brielle’s pussy, holding her legs back to stop her from closing them. She leans up on her elbows, edging him on with her hips and silent moans escaping her lips.
“I don’t hear a moan Bratty Brie.” Erik twirls his tongue over her clit.
“Aaah, mmmm ooooo.” She moans in an undertone.
Erik takes his dick, rubbing it along her wet pussy, the sound of his harsh breath in her ears. Without a warning, Erik consumed her, watching Brielle cover her mouth with both her hands, Erik practically doing push ups in her pussy rough, the slapping of flesh loud against the walls with no restraint. Brielle has to bite the palm of her hand to control it, the head of Erik’s dick hitting her g-spot each and every time he entered her. She could feel pressure as if wanting to pee, and he knew that this angle made her squirt like crazy. She mumbles behind her hand shaking her head.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you I’m too busy stroking these tight ass walls you got.” Her toes curled against each other, legs shaking uncontrollably now before finally letting out a loud cry, the old comforter underneath her growing wet.
“Thought you said I wouldn’t make you cry?” He was definitely sexed up.
She spoke very softly, using only her breath and not her vocal cords.
“Fuck me, harderrr.” Erik gets on the bed then, pulling Brielle on top of him, straddling him. He pumps up into her body, watching her bounce, the bed creaking loudly now.
“You gonna get me in trouble daddy.” She’s audible now, hands over top of Erik’s as he grabs her breasts.
“You were a nasty little girl weren’t you? Sneaking niggas in here behind your mama's back?” Erik slaps her ass to get an answer out of her.
“Yess Daddy.” She bites her lip, grinding over his dick.
“You fuck em like this? Or were you too shy to get the dick?” Erik sticks his thumb into her mouth watching her suck it slow.
“I was a tease. They had to fight for the goods.” That was a true Brat response.
“I’m not gonna lie I wish it was me who got that pussy first back then.” Erik holds her hips in place, fucking up into her with savagery staring down at the way her pussy feasted on his dick. His hands couldn’t control themselves as they smacked and gripped and jiggled her ass. He loved her ass it seemed, his hands couldn’t stay away for a second.
“Say Daddy fuck my pussy please.”
“Daddy fuck my pussy, please?”
Erik causes the bed to slide, his movements so strong it had his dick practically slip out of her, causing her to put him back inside. He didn’t even allow her to remove her hand from his dick as he fucked her, Brielle face contorting before a tiny scream escapes her mouth with difficulty, cumming a second time.
“Say daddy cum inside me deep.”
Erik needed to be deeper, he picks his little brat up, bringing one of her legs over his shoulder while the other was around his waist, laying her flat on the bed again, pushing himself deep to the point where he felt her barrier.
“Daddy cum in me deep, please?”
They were both way past the point of quiet, the entire house could probably still hear them over the loud music from downstairs. Erik licked and sucked at her neck over and over, his nose imprinted into her skin with each stroke. His arms began to shake, and his back flexed as he thrust forward two more times so rough it caused tears to fall from her eyes, his body shivering while he emptied into her.
Erik’s breath finally becomes more leveled, his mouth coming up to kiss at her cheek, taking his teeth to nibble her there with a wrinkle of his perfect nose.
“You’re welcome.” He says all cocky.
“Thank you Santa.” She says with a roll of her eyes.
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It was 1:00am and the party still seemed to thrive, but that didn’t mean no one noticed their absence. The both of them enter the kitchen to get another drink and some pecan pie, Brielle’s grandma sitting at the kitchen island with a cigarette in her hand, a small glass of what looked like whiskey.
“Hey Grannyma I didn’t know you were in here.” Brielle shakes her curls, walking over to her grandma giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Erik leans against the kitchen island, sipping his drink while Brielle made him and her a hefty slice of pie to share.
“I never knew my granddaughter to be such a little minx; a firecracker.”
Brielle slows her movements while cutting the pie, her eyes blinking in confusion at her grandmother’s topic of discussion.
“What made you…say that?” Brielle plates the pie, turning to make it back to the island with two forks, eyes on Erik now as he pauses with his cup to his lips.
“Well, you did get it from your mother, but where do you think she got it from child?” Brielle’s skin grew hot...did she?
“All I’m saying is, you have a handsome young man in your life, and I’m sure he is very much blessed in many other ways besides his looks. I heard you straight through the ceiling baby, you don’t remember your bedroom being directly over top of the kitchen?” Brielle’s eyes practically left her sockets, a hand coming up to cover her mouth and Erik now with a fist to his mouth to stop a laugh from coming.
“Omg-Grannyma I’m...I….shittttt.”
Her grandmother put up a hand to her, stopping her words.
“Do yourself a favor baby and stop while you're ahead. Why explain yourself? It’s just sex.” Erik and Brielle couldn’t believe their ears, watching as this women drinks the rest of her whisky, putting out her cigarette and lifting from the island with grace.“Now let's go enjoy the company, it’s still Christmas!!!!” She leaves but Brielle and Erik are frozen, that is until Erik finally lets out that laugh he had been holding in.
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books 2017 so far
wow, tuv want to talk about why you haven’t kept a monthly book list? (because I am scared of my phone and also writing.) no.
Reiffen's Choice - SC Butler
Flex- Ferrett Steinmetz
The Good Funeral - Thomas Long and Thomas Lynch
The Watchmaker of Filigree Street - Natasha Pulley
The Portable Veblen - Elizabeth McKenzie
The Invaders - Karolina Waclawiak
Funny Boy - Shyam Selvadurai
Adaptation - Malinda Lo
The Dream of Enlightenment - Anthony Gottlieb
Central Station - Lavie Tidhar
Why Did I Ever - Mary Robison (vg)
Binti - Nnedi Okorafor (vg)
The Book of Tea - Kazuko Okakura
Fingersmith - Sarah Waters
Unmentionable - Therese O'Neill
The Thrilling Adventures of Lovelace and Babbage - Sydney Padua
IQ - Joe Ide
The Little Virtues - Natalia Ginzburg trans Dick Davis
The Hanging Tree - Ben Aaronovitch
Death's Door - Sandra Gilbert
Holy Anorexia - Rudolph Bell
Hild - Nicola Griffith (vg)
Sum - David Eagleman
Secondhand Time - Svetlana Alexievich trans Bela Shayevich
Everything is Teeth - Evie Wyld and Joe Sumner
Water Dogs - Lewis Robinson (vg)
Selection Day - Aravind Adiga
The Wicked Boy - Kate Summerscale
Nicotine - Gregor Hens trans Jen Calleja
Margaret the First - Danielle Dutton
Audition - Ryu Murakami trans Ralph McCarthy
A Horse Walks into a Bar - David Grossman trans Jessica Cohen
Zakhor - Yosef Yerushalmi
Citizen - Claudia Rankine
Blitzed - Norman Ohler trans Shaun Whiteside
Exorcising Hitler - Frederick Taylor
Being A Beast - Charles Foster
The Open Fields - CS and CS Orwin
Universal Harvester - John Darnielle
The Mistletoe Murder - PD James
The Radius of Us - Marie Marquardt
Something in Between - Melissa de la Cruz
The Apex Book of World SF 2- Lavie Tidhar ed
Ninefox Gambit - Yoon Ha Lee
Of Fire and Stars - Audrey Coulthurst
Traitor to the Throne - Alwyn Hamilton
Cinnamon and Gunpowder - Eli Brown
Pain - Javier Moscoso trans Sarah Thomas and Paul House
Suicide in Victorian and Edwardian England - Olive Anderson
The Regional Office is Under Attack - Manuel Gonzalez
The Vanquished - Robert Gerwarth
There is No Good Card For This - Kelsey Crowe
Death, Religion and the Family in England - Ralph Houlbrooke
His Bloody Project - Graham McRae
Violence in Early Modern Europe - Julius R Ruff
Snowblind - Ragnar Jonasson trans Quentin Bates
Today Will Be Different - Maria Semple
Martin Luther - Lyndal Roper
The Young Richelieu - Elizabeth Marvick
History Is All You Left Me - Adam Silvera
Inheritance - Malinda Lo
Reality Is Not What It Seems - Carlo Rovelli trans Simon Cornell and Erica Segre
Long Hidden - Rose Fox and Daniel Jose Older
Sarah Canary - Karen Joy Fowler
Code Name Verity - Elizabeth Wein
Monstress - Marjorie Liu
This Close to Happy - Daphne Merkin
The Gin Closet - Leslie Jamison
Bilgewater - Jane Gardam (vg)
Colonial Spirits - Steven Grasse
Fragrant Harbor - John Lanchester
A Cup of Rage - Raduan Nassar trans Stefan Tobler
A Very Long Engagement - Sebastien Japrisot trans Linda Coverdale
A Long Finish - Michael Dibdin
Uncle Silas - Sheridan Le Fanu
Powers of Darkness - Bram Stoker trans Valdimar Asmundsson trans Hans Cornell de Roos
Lincoln in the Bardo - George Saunders
Huntress - Malinda Lo
The Night Battles - Carlo Ginzburg trans Anne and John Tedeschi
Season of Migration to the North - Tayeb Salih trans Denys Johnson-Davies
Life's Work - Willie Parker
The Mothers - Brit Bennett
We Are Okay - Nina LaCour
The Tough Guide to Fantasyland - Diana Wynne Jones
Time Travel - James Gleick
Questions of Travel - William Morris, ed Lavinia Greenlaw
Words on the Move - John McWhorter
Stories of Your Life - Ted Chiang
Teeth - Mary Otto
Teeth - Hannah Moskowitz
We The Animals - Justin Torres
Chronotherapeutics for Affective Disorders - Anna Wirz-Justice et al
Great Granny Webster - Caroline Blackwood
English, August - Upmanyu Chatterjee
The Abyss Surrounds Us - Emily Skrutskie
Days Without End - Sebastian Barry
The Girl Before - JP Delaney
The Loving Husband - Christobel Kent
Half-Bad - Sally Green
Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo
The Miniaturist - Jessie Burton
Mr. Bridge - Evan Carroll
Mrs. Bridge - Evan Carroll
Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency - Douglas Adams
The Three-Body Problem - Cixin Liu trans Ken Liu
The Undoing Project - Michael Lewis
Rest - Alex Soojung-Kim Pang
Plucked - Rebecca Herzing
The Outsiders - SE Hinton
Crooked Kingdom - Leigh Bardugo
Mind Your Manors - Lucy Lethbridge
Blood in the Water - Heather Ann Thompson
Blood Rain - Michael Dibdin
The Dry - Jane Harper
History of Wolves - Emily Fridlund
See Under: Love - David Grossman trans Betsy Rosenberg
Spaceman of Bohemia - Jaroslav Kalfar
Sarong Party Girls - Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan
Thinking Fast and Slow - Daniel Kahneman
The Rituals of Dinner - Margaret Visser
The Water Babies - Charles Kingsley
God's Perfect Child - Caroline Fraser
The Secret History of Wonder Woman - Jill Lepore
Otherbound - Connie Duyvis
Chronotherapy - Michael Terman and Ian McMahan
Emotionally Weird - Kate Atkinson (vg)
Bright Air Black - David Vann
Out - Natuso Kirino trans Stephen Snyder
The Hero With A Thousand Faces - Joseph Campbell
Dirty Snow - George Simenon trans Marc Romano and Louise Varese
Night Sky With Exit Wounds - Ocean Vuong
And Then You Die - Michael Dibdin
Medusa - Michael Dibdin
Saga - Brian Vaughn, Fiona Staples et al
The Dark Forest - Cixin Liu trans Joel Martinsen
A Line Made By Walking - Sara Baume
My Life With Bob - Pamela Paul
Two Women of London - Emma Tennant
Stoner - John Williams
The Crest on the Silver - Geoffrey Grigson
Crazy Rich Asians - Kevin Kwan
Oranges - John McPhee
Shrinking Violets - Joe Moran
The Invisibility Cloak - Ge Fei trans Caanan Morse
The Water Kingdom - Philip Ball
The Moviegoer - Walker Percy
The Paper Menagerie - Ken Liu
Tales of the Mighty Code Talkers, vol 1 - Arigon Starr, ed
The Happy Traveller - Jamie Kurtz
Century's End - Enki Bilal and Pierre Christin
Saga vol 2 - Brian Vaughn, Fiona Staples et al
The Little Drummer Girl - John Le Carre
The Day of the Jackal - Frederick Forsyth
Back to Bologna - Michal Dibdin
End Games - Michael Dibdin
What If? - Randall Munroe
Taft 2012 - Jason Heller
Saga vol 3 - Brian Vaughn, Fiona Staples et al
Gentlemen and Amazons - Cynthia Eller
The Psychopath Test - Jon Ronson
God's Philosophers - James Hannam
Ravished - Amanda Quick
Behind the Scenes at the Museum - Kate Atkinson
The Weapon Wizards - Yaakov Katz and Amir Bohbot
Death's End - Cixin Liu trans Ken Liu
Chemistry - Weike Wang (vg)
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