CreativeDominant
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Goooooooooooooooood morning, everyone...miss me? 
There is no way I am going to catch up on the last week so I am just going to start fresh. Since we are between Xmas and New Year's, here is my after-Xmas, before-New Year's present to you all...
Part 1 of Chapter II
TWO
Wes threaded his black fingers though the reddish-gold
locks of Leigh's soft hair, then grasped it so that
he could turn her face to his. Her eyes were forced
to his and she was struck once more by how dark those
eyes were, how dark he was...
She had often looked at pictures of white women with
black men. Pictures that most people would not only
call 'nasty' but 'perverted' but... she not only enjoyed
those pictures of black men and white women enjoying
themselves sexually...she sought out those pictures
where the black men were TAKING the white women; not
just fucking them but spanking them, tying them up, whipping them,
forcing them to crawl and beg to suck and fuck.
She would find herself becoming
aroused over the pictures showing sexual liaisons but
when she viewed the photos where dominance and
submission were an underlying factor and when she, in
her mind's eye, replaced the women in those photos
with images of herself, her arousal became
stronger...deeper...darker. She'd shared this
discovery with Kel and he had masterfully played into
it during their playtime and sometimes, when he told
her the erotic nighttime stories she loved to hear him
spin when they cuddled together in bed. Now, as Wes
brought his full mouth down on hers and she
tentatively returned his kiss, she experienced a sense
of wonder over the fact that those pictures were now
becoming reality and she returned his kiss with
increasing ardor.
Her rising desire was not due solely to the fact that
Wes was black. The surrealistic nature of the entire
situation was almost overwhelming in its' eroticism.
For the first time in a long time, she was being
touched by a man other than Kel; kissed by a man
other than Kel. Even as her body relished and
responded and took from it, her mind was noting
differences in the way that Wes kissed her. Both her
mind and her body were aware of other
differences...the fuller lips, the different taste and
texture of his skin, the blackness of him, the
differing scent of him, so much that was different
from Kel. She was aware...and enjoying the
differences. Somewhere inside herself, she retained
enough objectivity to be both amused and bemused by
her thoughts: HOW ODD THAT I SHOULD BE DOING THIS IN
FRONT OF Sir. NOT ONLY DOING IT BUT ENJOYING IT. AND
HE APPROVES OF IT. NOT ONLY APPROVES OF IT BUT HE SET
IT UP! HE'S ACTUALLY ENCOURAGING IT AND PARTICIPATING
IN IT!
Besides her physical sensations and her thoughts, she
was processing other information. She had realized
already, in her very brief time of interaction with
him, that Wes exuded a quiet intensity. Much the same
as Kel did, yet unique to him. It was just this sort
of manner that she was attracted to, not just as a
woman but as a submissive woman. Her recognition of
this force, on top of what her body and mind were
integrating, ratcheted her passion higher. As her
passion grew, sensory awareness took over and her
penchant for analysis faded. She felt his tongue
exploring her gums and teeth. She felt Kel's hands as
they began sliding her torn blouse from her shoulders.
His hands were slow and gentle at first and then,
rougher as they jerked the material down. She was
again aware that one of Wes's hands had remained on
her ass, kneading it. She felt his hand pull away and
then felt the sting of the garter against her ass again harder this time.
She moaned softly, hungrily once more...and began to even more
actively return and enjoy his kiss.
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