Hello everyone! My name is Tracy Ames. I’m an up and coming author of multicultural/interracial fiction that combines hot sexual energy with a proper storyline.
I began writing short stories for monthly newsletters and, believe it or not, my own friends. Now, after much encouragement from my growing fan base over the past couple of years, I’m ready to offer you a taste of what only a few have previously savored.
Being in a interracial relationship (I’m African-American and my husband is a WASP) I was disappointed with the lack of multicultural/interracial fiction on the market. Don’t get me wrong there are really good interracial novels out there however the biggest complaint that I heard from my readers is that they were turned off by the stories geared towards vampires, the paranormal and dodgy characters. What you will not find in my stories are guns, car chases and drugs deals. Like most women I prefer to have my man in my bed and out of jail. If that’s your thing then more power to you!
What my stories will offer is a sensual feast for your senses; mind, body and soul. My advice is to grab a cup of coffee or tea, slip into your PJs, curl up in a nice cozy chair and enjoy the story. Chances are you won’t easily forget my characters and you’ll be waiting for the follow-up to their sagas.
After graduating from college with a degree in Computer Science, I dove into corporate
America as a software engineer. Feeling unfulfilled as a work-a-day office drone, I’m now able to devote on my attention to writing full-time. In addition to writing my other interest include listening to live music (support local artist regardless of the genre!), guitar, competitive ballroom and salsa dancing, traveling the world (last trip was to China), and photography. I’ll be posting pictures from my travels so please stop by the site often for updates.
Mavi a Costa Rican beauty is hoping to have her mind twisted after the week she’s had and a after work dinner lends itself to a perfect twister, the nameless bartender...
Short of mind-altering sex, there’s nothing better than a Friday night girl’s night out to put the tiresome work week into prospective. Sitting in Sinclair’s, a local eatery where all the corporate type chose to fill their gogs, Mavi a Costa Rican beauty is hoping to have her mind twisted after the week she’s had.
“What are you getting?” Jen, Mavi’s friend asked as she scanned the menu.
“Nothing but invisible rays of bullshit.” Mavi answered looking around the room for a quick fuck buddy.
“Whore, I was talking about dinner.” Jen laughed in astonishment.
“I don’t know just order me something,” Mavi said making eye contact with the tall handsome bartender. “I think I found one. Be right back.” Sauntering order to the bar, she whispers to the bartender. Jen may not have heard their conversation but based on his impious smile and Mavi’s body language this would be an easy kill. Returning to the table Mavi quickly grabbed her purse, excused herself and walks outside. Not surprising the bartender had also gone missing.
Meeting the bartender at her car, he takes her to the outside storage room, turns on the dim overhead light. They hastily undress exposing her curvy brown frame and his hard sun-kissed body.
Dropping to his knees before her, the bartender eases underneath her mound licking and sucking her pussy as she moaned in delight. He groaned aloud watching her brace herself against the shelving catching her balance. Lifting her to up on to a storage container he continued his feast, throwing her legs over his back. Her tits bounced as he tongue fucked her, she cried out as she came against his mouth until she went limp. He sucked her pussy lips until she regained her sense.
Standing, Mavi lowers herself to her knees taking his thick dick into her mouth. Her warm brown eyes looking up at him needing to see his reaction to her masterfully head.
Slowly move her lips up and down the shaft of his cock sucking and pressing with her lips and tongue. Seeing his head fall backwards, she sped up a little sliding faster and taking more of his cock into her mouth; sliding back up his shaft she continued to suck. He groaned and moaned unintelligibly.
Feeling the sensation of his orgasm rising he pulled away from her, spun her around bending her over the container. Kicking her legs apart he entered her trembling pussy from behind. Her back arched at the pleasure of her cock sliding between her slick pussy lips, filling her throbbing hole. He rocked into her careful to hit all of her key points dragging her deeper and deeper into him. Her fat round Latina ass jumped as he increased his strokes, she cried out for more and he granted her wishes. Her pussy sucked him violently; it wouldn’t be long for him at this rate. He pulled her hair forcing her backward, she screamed. She bucked against him, he moaned. Slapping her ass over and over again leaving it red and stinging, just the way she liked it. The sight of his cock disappearing between her pussy lips drove him insane. Leaning her forward, he held her waist and drove into her slamming her against the storage container with such force she had to grip his thigh for balance.
Her orgasm shaking her pussy, she screamed and cried pulling at his thigh. Working over her pussy, he felt his own orgasm coming to a head. “I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?” he asked.
“In my mouth.” she said still reeling from her intense orgasm. “Cum in my mouth.”
Pulling out of her suckling pussy, she quickly spun to her knees in time to catch his full load in her mouth.
“Oh fuck!” he called, jerking off into her wanting hole. “Suck it. Suck it for me.” he begged at which she wrapped her hands around his dick and sucked and jerked him. His legs trembled as she licked the last drop of cum from the head of his cock.
Mavi rapidly repaired herself and returned to the restaurant without another word to the bartender. Back inside she and Jen continued with dinner as though nothing had happened. The bartender returned to his post somewhat puzzled by Mavi’s attitude towards him. As the crowd dissipated he walked over to their table and asked for her name and phone number.
Void of emotion, Mavi said, “I’m sorry we don’t do that.” Quickly dismissing the bartender and continuing her dinner.