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Sophia Ned-James – “Losin’ the Doo Rag…”

Posted October 21, 2014 by Kimani in Love. Life. Erotica.

Sophia Ned-James – Losin’ the Doo Rag and Sweatin’ My Hair Back

You know I love a good read, and this one by Sophia Ned-James had me crossing my legs and looking around to see if anyone was watching me. Have you ever had this kind of lovemaking? If not, you’ll feel like you did after this…




My Boo recently surprised me with some good, old-fashioned, “lost my doo rag”, “sweated my hair back”, left me limp lovin’. And honey, it was so good, I got up early, made his favorite breakfast and begged for more!

Here’s how it all went down. My kid was at the grandparents for the weekend. My man had to work late, well into Friday night. But, free weekends for me are so rare, he asked that I for him at his place. I didn’t mind. Chilling in his gorgeous apartment, as opposed to doing laundry at home sounded like a vacation!

As soon as I got there I took a long, hot bath. Then I binge watched some Shonda TV on his DVR and went to bed. Since he had to work late, I knew I wouldn’t see him until morning. Besides, I liked the idea of being asleep when he joined me in bed. It seemed so … domestic!

My guy has a strict “no clothes allowed in bed” rule. Unless I’m on my period, I’m not “allowed” to wear anything when I sleep over. He says it’s because he wants unfettered access to all my assets (and I got plenty of assets)!

On this night, I figured that since he wasn’t home, the normal rule didn’t apply. So, I put on one of his t-shirts, some cute panties and tied up my hair.

Yes, we’re at that point in our relationship where he’s seen me in my doo rag! Just to be clear, I never start out with it on, though. I usually wait until after we’re done “playing” for the night. But, he’s a Black man dating a Black woman, so he understands that the head wrap goes with the territory.

So there I was, freshly bathed and relaxed, sound asleep in my man’s bed. His sheets and shirt smelled like him, so all was well in my world.

It was the chill that first awakened me. It slowly dawned on me that I wasn’t under the covers anymore. I opened my eyes to find my guy standing over me, having pulled the covers to the end of the bed. He was also naked and hard as a rock.

I smiled at him sleepily. “Hi, baby!”

His reply was short “Hi.”

Something was wrong. Maybe something had happened at work and he needed to talk. So I asked “What’s wrong?”

“What are you wearing?” As he asked this, he climbed onto the bed with me. I know this dude wasn’t tripping because I was wearing his shirt.

“Your shirt,” I answered. Now, I was getting an attitude, too. It was his idea that I even be here, and here he is giving me grief over his shirt?

“I see that, Sophia. Let me re-phrase the question. What is my rule about you being in my bed?”

Okay, now I got it. “I’m supposed to be naked,” I answered softly.

“Exactly.” He reached over and gently nudged my shoulder. I got the hint and rolled onto my back. As I did, he kept talking. “So, if I want you in my bed naked, you can see why I’m a little upset to come home after work to find you lying here damn near fully clothed.”

That’s an exaggeration. A t-shirt and panties is hardly fully clothed. But I knew better than to answer. I had a feeling this was going somewhere and I have to admit, I was getting excited.

Lifting my hips, I started to slide my panties off. I guess I was too slow because he suddenly knocked my hands away and yanked them off himself. Then he pulled me into a sitting position and pulled his shirt over my head. Even in the darkened room, I could see the fire in his eyes.


Getting more aroused by the second, I reached for him. But he backed away.

“Lie on your stomach,” he said. His deep voice was soft, but commanding. I eagerly complied.

Then he leaned close to my ear and said, “You broke my only house rule, Sophia.” His warm breath on my neck gave me goose bumps. The next thing I felt was his large hand, gently massaging my bottom. “I’m going to have to punish you. You know that, don’t you?”

We’ve flirted with a little slap and tickle, and I’m a fan. Like I always say, there’s nothing like a well-timed slap on the ass to add a little spice to your lovemaking. This time, I sensed a slight difference from our usual fun and games, though. And I was thrilled.

When I didn’t respond, he gave me a light tap on my ass. “I asked you a question. You know I have to punish you, right?”

“I know,” I answered.

“Good,” he whispered. “Now raise that fat ass in the air for me. I’m going to spank you!”

There’s something about the timbre of his voice and being compelled to submit that made me sopping wet! I was trembling as I raised my hips.

“Uh-uh,” he muttered. “Get all the way up on those knees! And spread your legs, too. I want to be able to see my pussy!”

By the time that next slap landed, I was so turned on by his words I almost came then and there. But, my man wasn’t about my pleasure just yet. Even though he’d reach down and rub on my clit every few smacks, he was careful not to make me cum.

And the whole time he was spanking me, he kept saying things like “My pussy’s getting nice and wet for me, isn’t she?” And “Your ass is so fat and sexy! I love the way it jiggles when I smack it!” Then there was my favorite, “You love it when I smack that ass, don’t you?”

That sweet mixture of pleasure and pain was intoxicating! I wanted more, though.

Finally, he slapped me one last time. The next thing I felt were his lips clamped around my clit. My man loves eating me from behind. But usually, he likes to make it last, drawing out my pleasure for long stretches of time before finally making me cum. He says that the longer he makes me wait, the harder I cum. I don’t know. I just know that I love it.

This time, he wasn’t so gentle and easy-going, though. This time, he attacked my pussy greedily, pulling me into an enticing rhythm that had me flying towards my peak in mere minutes. The way he licked and sucked me, I couldn’t have stopped the explosion if I’d wanted to. In fact, at one point I did try to pull away and crawl forward, but that just got me another slap and a harder grip on my hips.

I collapsed when I came. As I slowly floated back to earth, I heard him get a condom from his nightstand and put it on. Then he gently rolled me onto my back and crawled between my legs.

“Did you like your punishment?” He asked, kissing me softly. Still out of breath, all I could was nod. “You ready to give me what I’ve been waiting for all night?”

He didn’t wait for my answer. Knowing I was still a little tender, he slid into me slowly. I could tell he wanted it rough, and his restraint was sexy. It was his turn for some real fun, though. So I started moving against him faster, signaling that I was ready for whatever he wanted.

Pulling one of my legs around his shoulder, he took me hard. But he still used finesse, careful to stroke me in a way that hit my spot perfectly. It was erotic watching the waves of pleasure play out on his face. Even in the dark I could tell this was good for him.

But it was when he started doing this move that allowed for his dick to hit my g-spot that I felt the head wrap slide off. And I didn’t care. All I cared about was meeting him thrust for thrust, as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through me.

I don’t know how long we kept at it. I just know that every time I got close to orgasm, he managed to it just out of my reach. We changed positions, finally allowing me to ride him and set the pace. But even then, he wouldn’t let me cum. Whenever I’d get close, he’d change the rhythm.

By the time he was back on top, we were both sweaty and panting. All along, we’d enjoyed some playful banter. A little “Take your pussy, baby” here and “You want all this dick, don’t you” there.

Now, we couldn’t even talk. We could barely even breathe. And I knew that if I got close to paradise again, I was going to get there, even if it meant scratching his back until he bled. But, he was ready, too. I could tell by that extra little twist in his hips and that hitch in his breathing. I fell first, tumbling over the edge so suddenly it shocked me. He quickly followed with my name on his lips.

When my heart rate returned to normal, we were a sweaty mess. He was snoring, so I crept from the bed and went into the bathroom. When I saw my reflection in the mirror I giggled. I looked like a women who’d been well and truly fucked! Like the old ladies in the beauty shop say, I’d lost my doo rag and sweated my hair back! And I’ve never looked lovelier.

Sophia Ned-James is the pseudonym for a Metro Detroit-based, freelance writer, blogger, novelist and single mom. Committed to writing fantasy and erotica in ways which celebrate women, Sophia seeks to provide a safe place for women to learn, explore and own their sexuality without judgment or shame.   She regularly shares her spicy adventures on and

Be sure to like her on Facebook at and follow her on Twitter at @sophianedjames. She’s also on Google+.


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About the Author


A NY transplant in Florida, Kimani has taken on the task of educating the world on sexual health and education. The Mount Vernon native has seen AIDS and HIV spread through her community like wildfire, and hopes to cease the transmission of these and other diseases one person at a time. If you know better, you're inclined to do better.

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