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A Look Inside the Story
James was still asleep; I suppose he had really exhausted himself pleasing me
the night before. I can only imagine how many calories we had spent during the
night, I know that we were both soaked with perspiration as he pounded my
willing pussy over and over again, for what seemed like hours. Normally, I would
have jumped out of bed that morning and ran to the shower screaming that my
night company do the same, or else! But, last night wasn’t normal.
We had not fucked; we had made love, I don’t know if I knew the difference until
that night. Maybe we didn’t make love to
each other but our bodies had made love, being perfectly matched as if they had
been designed to merge together. It wouldn’t be long before our minds also
merged into one however, adding harmony to our physical attraction.
As I lay next to James, the result of our night’s physical activity was
noticeable on us both. The word funk came to mind, a word that typically wasn’t
a part of my vocabulary. It was a thick musky smell that I had never noticed on
white men even after strenuous physical activity. I loved how James smelled and
I breathed in deeply to taste it, then leaned forward and tasted James himself
with the tip of my tongue; salty, but somehow sweet too.
I knew that from that moment on, interracial sex was going to be a part of me,
buried deep inside my desires as James had buried his cock deep inside my pussy.
Carefully, I pulled back from James so as not to awaken him, at least not yet. Quietly, I edged back further until
I could stretch out my legs to the floor.
I tiptoed over to the window and peered outside. James’ apartment was on the third
floor and as I peered out past the curtains, I saw that outside, was a wooded
area. I could even see some squirrels running around on the ground near a tree.
Slowly, so as not to let in too much light all at once, I opened the curtains
while looking at James while he slept. The sunlight shining in through the
window somehow seemed to amplify the rich darkness of his body. The bed sheets
covered James from the waist down, depriving me from seeing his completely naked
I suppose that for other people, maybe my delight at looking at James might seem
strange and even perverted to some degree, because every fiber of my body was
aroused by the visual I was seeing. James was a black man, and I was a white
women. That was so important to me for some reason. I remember thinking that I
shouldn’t be so focused on the contrasting colors but that was how I felt.
At night, in the dark, I made love with the man I instantly knew was Mr. Right.
During the day, I fucked a black man. At night, I felt passion and desire, in
the light of day, I became the white bitch who was in heat, and driven to suck
and fuck the big black cock.