Story Time

It has no name, just something that I started writing a few years ago...it's a work in progress and I would like anyone who's willing to help. It's 27 pages long (well what I had in my email box is there's more on my dead computer) and like I said it's a work in progress so it may not read as easy as a novel which is why I'm reaching out for the help. I'm going to attach one page of it and if you would like to read the rest and offer me some tips on how to make it better I would greatly appreciate it.

Before you continue to read, look forward to an upcoming post about washing my locks...it's a video. I"m editing right now and it's final week so it may be a couple days but look out for it. Hope you like the story and offer me your opinon.
It's very explicit...

Its noon and Johari is heading out to lunch, she’s starving but food isn’t what she’s craving. The only thing that can satisfy this craving goes by the name Lamar. It’s been two days since she’d seen or got some good loving from her man. She pulled out her cell and text him. ·Meet me at the condo for lunch in 5· -See you in 5- Just that simple and it was on, Johari hopped into her car and raced home through the lunch time traffic. The moment she arrived at her door and placed the key in the lock she felt Lamar’s hard body pressing up against her. His roaming hands found their way to her breast. Seems they made it there at the same time. The feeling of his hardness pressed against her and his hands slowly popping the buttons off of her blouse, was causing her to loose her mind. Without saying a word Lamar turned to grab the knob of the door and starts walking forward forcing Johari into the house. He shuts the door with his foot. Telling Johari to turn around and face him, the tone of his voice causing her pussy to tremble. She loves when Lamar takes control. Johari turns around her shirt ripped open exposing her red bra and full breast. She bites down on her lips even more aroused by the sight of Lamar in his suit. Her man was wearing the hell out of that suit, she looked down and his erection was shown by a very prominent bulge in his pants. Before she could escape her day dream Lamar tells her to come to him, she takes her time afraid that she might go weak in the knees, finally she’s standing before him. Her breast overflowing from the bra steady rising with every breath that she takes; looking him in the eyes, asking the silent question “What are you about to do to me?” As if to answer the question Lamar lowers to kiss Johari on the cheek letting Johari know that he needs her. She begins trying to remove his belt, and then frantically pulling at his zipper she needs him as well. She needs to feel his long thick solid dick inside of her. Always the calm one Lamar removes Johari’s hands from his zipper. She moans her protest but accepts knowing the wait will be worth every minute. “Take off your clothes Johari.” Lamar says this in a calm but very commanding tone. Her core starts to throb anticipating what’s about to happen. She slowly let’s her blouse drop to the floor, and then she unsnaps her bra setting her heavy breast free. She caresses her nipples. Continuing to caress herself she begins removing her slacks. Lamar is leaning against the door watching each movement Johari makes with pleasure. Once her slacks are removed she’s left standing only in her matching red boy shorts. Lamar walks towards her but instead of meeting him half way she turns and walks away. She heads in the direction of the shower, forcing Lamar to follow her.