CreativeDominant
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O.K...for those of you who were gone when I posted this just before New Year...and who have been waiting impatiently since I posted Chapter I...I am going to do a repost of this... 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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