What is a CQ?

“CQ” is Mr. Moss’ nickname for his Love. What does the acronym mean? Caramel Queen. Caramel is the color of her complexion and was a nickname given by her second husband because of it.

Mr. Moss added the “Q,” saying she was his “Caramel Queen.” He was smitten from the day he met her, which was humorous to her. She was late for their meeting due to not having it in her calendar. She rushed to get ready, didn’t apply any makeup and tied her braids back into a ponytail. To make getting dressed easier, she’d pulled on jeans, a V-neck shirt, open sweater and flip flops.

Mr. Moss said from the moment he saw her and knew they’d be close friends. She had no such notion and only saw him as a client whose meeting she was late for. Not only did they become close friends, her heart softened and she realized she loved him. He loved his CQ as well and it was visible from the way he looked at her, hugged her, spoke softly to her and, as ironic as it sounds, prayed for her.

So, CQ began wondering exactly what being a Caramel Queen meant. She decided it was a caramel-complexioned queen without a king. The next question was: What does a CQ do?

A CQ would peck Mr. Moss’ lips lightly with her own before holding his body tightly to hers. She’d melt into his arms hating to let go, but does so for a more passionate kiss and to run her fingers through his hair. Caramel would feel love in his eyes as he watched her regardless of what she was doing. She’d massage his body, giving special attention to his sensitive areas *wink wink*. She’d gently rub coconut oil into his skin, kneading and relaxing his muscles.

Caramel would listen to Mr. Moss’ stories and always laugh when she fell for one of his sexual jokes. She knew he’d get quiet as soon as she dripped warming oil onto his cock and balls and slowly spread it around; squeezing and pulling. She’d fondle him and smile as his member began to rise. She’d feel his hand grab her thigh as she pumped his shaft with one hand, squeezing his balls with the other. From her position of leaning over his upper body, Caramel would tease him knowing her breasts are level with his mouth. She’d drop a shoulder enough for her spaghetti strap to slide down. She’d push down, allowing her nipple to graze his lips, his tongue, before pulling away to give him access to the other one.

Caramel would watch his chest rising and falling faster as his hips met her downward glides over his cock and the swirls around his tip. She’d feel the vein in his member pulsate as he loudly moaned and his warmth spilled out onto and over her hand. She’d continue massaging his balls until his body stilled and his eyes met hers. She’d allow him to “see” her and she cherished every moment with him.

Do you have or have been given a pet name? If so, what does it mean to you?

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