I Wanna Do Something Freaky to Miss Keri Hilson (Keri Hilson)

[Gianni Shamari]

The air was thick with summer night heat as "Nature Boy" Maré revved up his silver Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder, the engine’s low growl filling the bustling streets of New York City. The neon lights painted the sidewalks with a vibrant glow as he made his way to the heart of Manhattan. The faint aroma of sizzling street food and passing partygoers' perfume created an intoxicating blend in the warm urban air.

As Maré pulled up to the Lea Lounge, the sounds of laughter and music spilled out onto the sidewalk, adding to the lively ambiance of the city. Inside, the smooth jazz music set a sultry tone, and the clinking of glasses added to the symphony of the night.

“Hey, Keri! You look amazing tonight,” Maré said as he greeted his friend, Keri Hilson, who exuded confidence and style in her sleek outfit. “I can’t wait to hear you perform live. Your voice always gives me chills."

Keri laughed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Thanks, Maré! I've been working hard on this new album. I can't wait to share it with everyone.” Her words were filled with passion and anticipation, setting the stage for an unforgettable evening in the heart of the city that never sleeps.

Keri was an R&B singer from Decatur, Georgia, blessed with natural beauty. Her golden skin tone and shiny asymmetric bob hairstyle made her look sexy. Her short black top exposed her perfectly defined abs, and the tight denim jeans she wore accentuated her hips.

The stage was bathed in a warm, golden light as Keri Hilson took her place, the spotlight dancing on her sleek, black ensemble. The smooth melodies of "Slow Dance" filled the room, wrapping around the audience like a velvet embrace. As she sang, her voice was a mesmerizing combination of power and vulnerability, drawing everyone into the intimate world of the song.

"I wanna feel your body move with mine," Keri crooned, her voice evoking a sense of longing and desire.

The audience swayed to the rhythm, caught up in the magnetic pull of her performance. Maré blew her kiss as he watched in awe. Keri's smile lit up as she waved at him, her eyes locking with his as she belted out the lyrics of a song called “Do It,” blending seamlessly with the sampled beats from LL Cool J’s classic club hit, “Doin' It.” Her velvety voice intertwined with the music, creating a spellbinding harmony.

“You look like you're enjoying the show,” Keri quipped between verses, her playful tone adding an extra layer of allure to the performance.

Maré couldn’t help but steal admiring glances as Keri swayed to the rhythm, each movement drawing him further into the mesmerizing spectacle. She switched to “The Way I Are,” the hot single she recorded with music producer Timbaland, and the crowd jumped out of their seats. The energy was incredible.

As the final notes hung in the air, the room erupted into applause, the collective energy charged with appreciation and awe. Keri's eyes shone with an infectious joy, her connection with the audience palpable, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of her music.

“Thank you, New York City!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with gratitude. “It means the world to share this with you.”

The room resonated with a shared experience, the music lingering in the air long after the final chords had faded, leaving the audience in a reflective state of mind. Keri rushed to Mare and hugged him tight.

“You were amazing up there!” Maré whispered.

“Thank you,” Keri beamed. “I love the energy of New York City! It is nothing like it in the world!”

“Yes, the energy in my city is incredible! Come on, let’s have a few drinks.”

“Cool.” Keri agreed. “Let’s celebrate!”

The lounge darkened, and the deejay played Keri’s music and the latest rap tunes. Maré and Keri had a few shots of Patrón and Cîroc, and they felt great. They both exuded so much sexual energy that it felt like they were going to have a sexual demo in front of everybody. They chilled for hours, celebrating the joy of life.

“I’ll bet you want to fuck me tonight, don’t you, Maré?” Keri leaned over and kissed him.

“That’s right,” Maré admitted. “You’re so fucking hot, baby girl! You know I wanna do something freaky to you, Miss Keri Hilson!”

Keri grinned like a naughty girl. “What makes you think you deserve this pussy?”

“Because you know I have the best sex,” Maré murmured. “And I’m your New York man.”

“You’re crazy,” Keri laughed. “You’re funny, I’ll give you that. Well, you’re lucky because I do want some dick tonight. Come on and give me the best sex, Maré!”

“Cool. It’s about to be an epic night of fucking the best R&B pussy.” Maré responded.

Keri took him by the hand, and they exited the lounge.

After taking pictures with fans, Keri asked Maré, “Where is your ride?”

“The Lamborghini right there on the corner,” Maré told her. “I’m surprised that I found parking in this area.”

“Let’s go, King of New York!” Keri hollered. “I see you BALLIN’!”

As they settled into the luxurious leather seats of the sleek Lamborghini, the engine roared to life, and they cruised downtown. Maré had Keri’s music blaring from the car; the smooth R&B beats blended with the engine’s gentle hum.

“I love this song,” Maré exclaimed, nodding to the rhythm. “Your voice is just so soulful.” He turned to Keri and added, “You've got something special, baby girl. Your music is going to take you places.”

Keri smiled, leaned over, and kissed Maré on the cheek, “Thank you.”

In the main bedroom of a luxury glass penthouse on Charles Street, clothes relaxed nicely on the floor as Maré massaged Keri’s body. All the soft and sensual touching had them on the brink of ecstasy. They kissed passionately as classic R&B music played crispy and smoothly in the background.

“Are you ready to take this to the next level?” Mare asked.

Keri nodded. “Yes.”

Laying on her back, she spread her legs, inviting Maré to pleasure her. Maré loved how Keri’s body glowed like a summer firefly in the dark. He got between Keri’s legs and performed cunnilingus on her. As Maré performed his tongue action, Keri moaned softly and squeezed her dark nipples. Lost in euphoria from the pleasure, she had one orgasm after another. Keri giggled as she moved halfway off the bed. Maré tongued away as he held her firmly. Her cries stereophonically bounced off the walls.

“Oh, my God, I love the sound of your sexy voice,” Maré told her. “Your pussy tastes so good.”

Moments later, Keri squirted on Maré’s mouth. He consumed most of her erotic liquid while sucking on her clit. Then Maré pulled Keri back to the center of the bed and entered her pussy. Warm pleasure filled his groin as he started thrusting. With each stroke, he went faster — it felt great. Keri’s eyes were full of lust.


“Take it, baby,” She screamed, “Hit this pussy! You’re going to make me cum with your big dick!” Her body shook, and she climaxed again. “Yes!”

“Lord … mercy,” Maré stuttered as he caught his breath.

Keri jumped up and pushed him down on his back.

“I’m going to work you,” She murmured. She got on top of Maré and rode him like a crazed woman in Amazon heat — bouncing up and down. “I got that kinda pussy that’ll keep you off the streets! I’m going to cum all over your dick.”

Maré was in awe of how deep his dick was inside her and how she rode him effortlessly. Any second, Maré knew he was about to ejaculate. He passed the point of no return and pulsed a hot cum that felt like a fire hydrant on full blast. Keri collapsed on him and quavered from her orgasm. Then she chuckled and kissed Maré on the lips.

“Baby, you are incredible,” Maré told her.

Keri chuckled. “I’m a R&B freak.” She winked.

They pleasured each other in every imaginable way for the rest of the night.

Copyright © 2010 Gianni Shamari. All Rights Reserved. Reproducing the content, or any part of it, is prohibited without prior consent from Gianni Shamari. If you wish to do this, please contact me with your request.

[Cadeauxxx]

Nice one, I always liked Keri. Happy to add her into the index.

[John Connors]

I always liked Keri, and I'm surprised she didn't become a bigger star.

You did a great job writing her.