Jazzie Dixson: 4 books

The college days...so beautiful, so carefree. A time when most of us remember how it felt to fall into something just because it seemed like the thing to do. No worries or what-ifs. No fear. Jazzie fell into Blaze. Friends since his freshman year, when she was his tutor, now he is a sophomore. And...

Blaze steps out of the car…smooth, dark skin, white shorts, pink shirt, and bulging muscles. Not too much, but ahhh just enough. Such a gentleman. He opens the door and ushers Jazzie into the car gently. It had been far too long since she had something for herself. She wasn’t getting any of what...

Ummmm. I'm sore. Upper arms are tense. A strain in my lower back. Inner thighs radiate a burning sensation with the slightest move. And there…down there, I feel the aftermath of friction; like there is someone still inside me. All signs that Blaze has been here. A not-so-subtle cramp courses up...

"You are sooo soft," Blaze mutters in my ear. "Your skin is so smooth...gah, you're gorgeous," he says softly while his hands massage and glide over my hips, down my legs. Lying next to him, I press myself into the hard feel of his athletic body. He feels so good. Here together,...