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thinking. I’m only marrying her because of perception. Yes…take it all…take my black cock you nasty little whore.”
I loved the way that he talked to me and maybe I didn’t have to teach his fiancé anything. I wanted him for myself and he had just admitted that I was the one that had made him look at things differently.
“Give me your seed… Give me your seed…fucking cream into my hole. Take me you nasty bastard.” We were made for each other and then I felt myself squeezing down on him and then throwing my head back in obvious enjoyment. I came with an intensity that burned through me. I took him into his own pleasure.
“You fucking take that cream bitch…you’ve got it…you fucking got it…YESS.”
He was the little engine that could and then suddenly I was feeling the hot essence shooting up into me. I glanced down to see that my own sticky sauce had now stuck to him and made us more than casual acquaintances. He finally came to the end of his rope, pulling free and then sitting back down with his hands holding onto my legs and placing his face against my stomach.
“I don’t think that I’ve ever been more satisfied with a man or woman for that matter,” I told him. “You really outdid yourself and I doubt that anybody will be able to measure up after that. Perhaps we should think about making this a long-term arrangement that will benefit us both greatly.” He looked up and smiled and I had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be his dirty little secret.
I married that man, after he broke off the engagement with his fiancé, and then I found out that I was going to bring his legacy into this world. There was nothing that was predictable about our relationship. Whether it was a new sex toy, some new position, or even something that would make tongues wag, there was nothing that we wouldn’t do for a cheap thrill. I loved that he had an open mind and was willing to look beyond what most people considered normal. We found new ways of turning each other on, including bringing his old fiancé into our bed…but that’s for another story.
THE END
For the Love of a Thug
Throwing the last of my moving boxes into the garage, I let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to be done with all of this and good to be able to actually relax for a moment. Not that I had much time to relax, of course. Do you know how much work it is getting yourself set up after college? It’s tough, and not just because a hundred other marketing and advertising majors had graduated at the same time as I did.
Everyone was vying for a job in this city, and as a twenty-three year old graduate with only a handful of internships behind her, why should I be the one who stood out?
I went over all my achievements again in my head, my usual way of calming myself and bringing myself back down to earth. I had entered college at nineteen after interning at a copywriting firm for a year, then wound up head of a sorority before graduating Summa Cum Laude. That was surely enough to get some unsuspecting agency interested in me, right?
I sighed to myself as I pushed the key into the lock of my brand-new, just-moved-into apartment. I’d be lying to myself if I said I hadn’t wondered if my race would come into the equation when it came to job hunting. I was one of only ten Black students in my course, and I figured that the industry was probably going to be pretty snow white. I really hoped that it wouldn’t be an issue, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it might be.
Stepping into my apartment, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and took a deep breath. It was all so clean and fresh in here, so bright and airy. Sure, the place was small, but it was mine. After sharing a sorority house with a bunch of sisters for the last four years, I was looking forward to having a place to myself. I’d picked up a few extra shifts over at the campus coffee shop in preparation for graduation, certain that even if I didn’t have a
I loved the way that he talked to me and maybe I didn’t have to teach his fiancé anything. I wanted him for myself and he had just admitted that I was the one that had made him look at things differently.
“Give me your seed… Give me your seed…fucking cream into my hole. Take me you nasty bastard.” We were made for each other and then I felt myself squeezing down on him and then throwing my head back in obvious enjoyment. I came with an intensity that burned through me. I took him into his own pleasure.
“You fucking take that cream bitch…you’ve got it…you fucking got it…YESS.”
He was the little engine that could and then suddenly I was feeling the hot essence shooting up into me. I glanced down to see that my own sticky sauce had now stuck to him and made us more than casual acquaintances. He finally came to the end of his rope, pulling free and then sitting back down with his hands holding onto my legs and placing his face against my stomach.
“I don’t think that I’ve ever been more satisfied with a man or woman for that matter,” I told him. “You really outdid yourself and I doubt that anybody will be able to measure up after that. Perhaps we should think about making this a long-term arrangement that will benefit us both greatly.” He looked up and smiled and I had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be his dirty little secret.
I married that man, after he broke off the engagement with his fiancé, and then I found out that I was going to bring his legacy into this world. There was nothing that was predictable about our relationship. Whether it was a new sex toy, some new position, or even something that would make tongues wag, there was nothing that we wouldn’t do for a cheap thrill. I loved that he had an open mind and was willing to look beyond what most people considered normal. We found new ways of turning each other on, including bringing his old fiancé into our bed…but that’s for another story.
THE END
For the Love of a Thug
Throwing the last of my moving boxes into the garage, I let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to be done with all of this and good to be able to actually relax for a moment. Not that I had much time to relax, of course. Do you know how much work it is getting yourself set up after college? It’s tough, and not just because a hundred other marketing and advertising majors had graduated at the same time as I did.
Everyone was vying for a job in this city, and as a twenty-three year old graduate with only a handful of internships behind her, why should I be the one who stood out?
I went over all my achievements again in my head, my usual way of calming myself and bringing myself back down to earth. I had entered college at nineteen after interning at a copywriting firm for a year, then wound up head of a sorority before graduating Summa Cum Laude. That was surely enough to get some unsuspecting agency interested in me, right?
I sighed to myself as I pushed the key into the lock of my brand-new, just-moved-into apartment. I’d be lying to myself if I said I hadn’t wondered if my race would come into the equation when it came to job hunting. I was one of only ten Black students in my course, and I figured that the industry was probably going to be pretty snow white. I really hoped that it wouldn’t be an issue, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it might be.
Stepping into my apartment, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and took a deep breath. It was all so clean and fresh in here, so bright and airy. Sure, the place was small, but it was mine. After sharing a sorority house with a bunch of sisters for the last four years, I was looking forward to having a place to myself. I’d picked up a few extra shifts over at the campus coffee shop in preparation for graduation, certain that even if I didn’t have a
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