7-2-18 - "Ready or not, Iâm spread eagle and naked!"
Is it forbidden or strange fruit? đđđThe dark past of my ancestors and the phrase âstrange fruit hangingâ pops into my mind. Itâs surreal as I lay in White Chocolateâs bed naked and spread eagle. What on earth would my ancestors think if they saw me now? Iâm willingly lying in bed with their enemy race. However, this particular member of their enemy race has proven himself a delicious forbidden fruit that I canât seem to get enough of. Donât go there Snook! I tell myself as he goes down on me; tasting me as if Iâm the sweetest forbidden fruit heâs ever had. Â Â
Before this, I didnât know whether I was the one with the case of jungle đ´fever or he was. Now itâs clear that both of us have caught the fever because he is eating the SHIT out of me and Iâm moaning and squirming in pleasure as his two hands hold me firmly down beneath him. In this moment, as a Catholic girl, I just knew I will need to go to confession after this. White Chocolateâs tongue was oh so sinful down there as it went flick, flick against my clit đ . The devil đ had already sexed me down once; playing me like the most sensual of instruments.
Before I allowed him to get me into this compromising position though, Iâd had to do some fast talking so White Chocolate would take his hands off me long enough to let me slip into the showerđż. Naturally, Iâd had a hard time convincing him to stop his attentions after weâd rushed into his place making out like crazy teenagers. Iâd ended up prancing around his apartment half dressed as I hurried to hunt down a plastic bag. There was no way I was letting this hair get wet in the shower when Iâd worked so hard on it this morning. The apartments White Chocolate stayed in were of the luxury quality. Naturally. So, his bathroom was all dark sleek marble. Heâd told me once that he liked living in the city because he was a bachelor and hadnât wanted the responsibility of maintaining upkeep on a house without a wife. Did that mean he was looking for a wife? And if so, was I wifey material to him? Even though it was 2018, an inkling of doubt entered my mind. My experience was that many of the white men out there didnât find black women appealing enough to marry. I sighed đŠ as I rinsed off the soap. This particular location kept White Chocolate in the heart of downtown Houston. Thus, he could both walk to work in addition to all the hot đĽ bars, clubs, and museums if he wanted.
I rushed through my rinse down process in his multi jet, multi pressure shower. The jets felt amazing on my over sensitized skin. White Chocolate had wanted to join me, but Iâd politely declined. I had to get clean, and that involved cleaning down there. There was no way I would be doing that in front of a guy Iâd just met. Iâd locked the bathroom door and heâd grudgingly waited the five minutes it had taken for me to hurriedly wash up. I was eager. So ready to get down to business. Snook, you slutbag! A voice from my subconscious thought. I slapped the voice down, and when I emerged, White Chocolate was gloriously naked on top of the bed. My eyes grew wide đ and I smirked with amusement as I stared at him lying on his bed perfectly at ease in his birthday suit. A sexy smirk came across his face as I perused his naked male form with blatant appreciation. He lay on his side facing me with his head propped up on his right arm. I smiled and said, âyou should come shower to get rid of that crawfishâŚâ I couldnât finish my sentence because right then, he slid off the bed with a devious look on his face. His eyes were filled with lust, and his dick stood proudly at full salute đ. My eyes helplessly dropped to his hard length as it bobbed with each step he took toward me. Mercy!!! I thought as he walked over to me with the sexiest swagger Iâd ever seen in a white guy. When he stood towering before me, he said, âI washed my hands three times with strong soap.â
Next thing I knew, he plucked the plastic bag off my head and threw it to the floor. Before I could protest or complain about steam and black girl hair, he yanked me to him and began kissing me like a starving man. Since White Chocolate was a fit white boy, the feel of his hard body through the towel completely distracted me from anything else. I was supposed to be seducing him damned it! But as he picked me up and held me against him, I quickly realized things were the other way around. I didnât have the upper hand like I usually did when I was in the bedroom. How is this happening? What the fuck? I thought as I immediately realized Iâd lost complete control of the situation. He didnât immediately put me on the bed, and it was thrilling and oh so sexy. He held me with one arm while the other slipped the towel off. I was naked and totally exposed to him now. His skin felt so good against mine. So smooth and perfect. I was completely helpless to resist him; even just to regain control of things so I gained the upper hand. It seemed that even I couldnât fight against so much sexy masculinity. He began to walk towards the bed, then paused as if he had thought better of things. What he did I will never forget because he lifted my ass and fluidly slid inside me with one swift thrust.
A second later, my ass was hanging off the edge of the bed as he pounded into me; giving me the fucking I had so desperately needed this entire week. He murmured intelligible words of encouragement to me as his skin slapped against mine. I felt like a total slut as my body responded by shamelessly cuming all over his dick. It was like a damned slip and slide down there, and it felt incredible. âTouch your nipples,â he demanded. My mind was filled with mush, and I failed to comprehend. âHu?â I asked. He gripped my thighs tighter as he thrust in and out. Forcefully, he said, âmy hands are busy, touch your nipples!â Shit! Heâd demanded it so vehemently that I immediately did it without question. I arched into him as he kept up the vigorous pace. He maneuvered me onto my side; holding one leg up in the air for a deeper angle. I moaned and melted beneath him as he hit my g-spot. I suddenly felt as if a heavenly light was shining down upon us from above as my pleasure spiked. Damn! This white boy! I thought, unable to conjure up any other thoughts as he suddenly gripped my leg and swung it around so that I flipped onto my stomach and he was taking me from behind. Not missing a beat, he grasped my waist as I continued to dangle halfway off the bed. His thrusts grew even more demanding as our skin slapped against each other; my generous ass acting as a bouncy cushion as he pounded into me. I knew he was close when his grunts grew more labored, and I felt him grow harder inside me. He suddenly pulled out as he came with a curse and a loud groan; hot streams of cum jetting onto my back like lava.
After heâd cleaned me off, White Chocolate came to lay beside me, turning on a fan with his remote. The expression on his face was all lazy masculine pride as we lay on his bed cooling down. We talked, and caressed on his bed the way lovers do in the afterglow of sex. But as I said earlier, Iâd ended up being spread eagle đŚ beneath him; and as soon as the first of many orgasms hit me, Iâd stopped caring about strange and exotic fruits. The man was going to kill me! Who knew White Chocolate was full of this many surprises! I was fast falling in love with this sinful White Boyâs sex game. Damn! I wasnât ready! Yet and still, I was greedy for more as he built me up into another orgasm. Suddenly, he stopped. What? NO! I thought as he slowly, reverently straitened with his eyes locked on mine. He crudely wiped the evidence of my lust from his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, in a sexy deep voice, he said, âcanât let you have all the fun.â He climbed on top of me for more; entering me just as swiftly as he had the first time. He went at a much more sedate pace than the first frenzied round of sex. He was slow and deep. I took all that White Chocolate had to offer, which in his case was a lot as I all too willingly tumbled back into his pleasure pit.
Time passed, and when weâd finally exhausted one another, it was 7:30 p.m. I could hear my phone buzzing đą from where Iâd ditched my purse in the other room, but I couldnât be bothered with retrieving it. I was too caught up with watching White Chocolateâs abs tighten and release as I lay in the crook where his arm met his chest. I was drawing soft circles along his stomach and he was rubbing along my thigh and ass; squeezing occasionally as I lay with one leg draped over his. Needless to say, we were completely fucked⌠at least, for the moment we were. We dozed đ¤, and the next thing I knew, he was nudging and kissing me softly. âHmmm,â I moaned. âHey, its 10:30 p.m. Iâm gonna order some delivery before itâs too late, you want anything?â he whispered quietly. Sleepily I moaned, âjust whatever.â He leaned in and kissed my cheek đ. âYou staying over?â he asked, a hopeful lilt to his voice. Aww, White Chocolate was so sweet. âDo you want me to?â I asked. He chuckled and said, âyou and morning sex sounds good to me.â âMmmmm,â I said sleepily. He clearly took that as my assent because he left the room; closing the door quietly behind him.
When I emerged, there was Chinese takeout on the kitchen counter. White Chocolate was shirtless on the couch looking through Netflix for a movie. I wore a clean T-shirt I found in his drawer, along with a pair of his cotton boxers. He eyed me and said, âcome here babe,â as he patted a spot next to him. I walked over and plopped down next to him as he selected a movie for the night. âBeen wanting to see this one. It was nominated for an Oscar. What do you think?â âYou sure weâll be watching the movie? đĽâ I asked sleepily with a yawn. He smiled and said, âno, but I thought youâd appreciate the gesture.â He suddenly pecked me on the lips before handing me the remote and hopping off the back side of the couch đ. He began getting plates for the fragrant Chinese. I decided not to overthink shit too much, so I selected the film heâd already picked out. As the movie began, I marveled at how comfortable I felt around White Chocolate. Things were justâŚ. easy, effortless, relaxed, and simple. There was also the fact that he was an absolute beast đšin the bedroom. So much so that it had left ya girl feeling at ease with life. I dunno why the hell I had ever doubted or worried about giving him a chance; cause honey, the White boy had delivered!!! Heâd fucked the complete shit out of me! Hell, weâd fucked the shit out of each other; evidenced from the fact that weâd both needed that power nap for recovery afterwards. Iâd probably be sore in all the right places tomorrow, it had been that good. I was so scared that I felt like falling back asleep. My body was the consistency of a limp noodle, but I truly wanted to know White Chocolate better. So, I decided to settle down and watch this movie with him.
White Chocolate was one of the best first time Iâd ever had, if not THE BEST. It was a tough thing for me to wrap my head around if I were being honest. I was a worshipper of black dick after all. Iâd thought there was no substitute. What was the saying? âOnce you go black you never go back?â Iâd always dated black, so Iâd never had to worry about or even consider going back to anything, but nowâŚ. NOW White Chocolateâs sexual prowess had just changed the game. Now I had to reconfigure my whole thought processes because I was actually considering never going back to Black đą. White Chocolate had just opened up all types of new possibilities for me. Iâd been a fool to think of him as a cheap imitation of real chocolate. Damn, heâd even put Charmer to shame. Stop comparing Snook!!! Geez! I really needed to stop seeing shit in color and start seeing and accepting White Chocolate as a man.
White Chocolate left the kitchen to go to his room. To my disappointment, he returned with a white shirt on; but to my delight, he was wearing dark rimmed glasses đ¤. I smiled at him and asked the obvious, âyou wear glasses?â He smirked, flashing those adorable dimples again and said, âyea, at night itâs justâŚ, easier. It irritates my eyes when I sleep in contacts. I know theyâre pretty geeky. Do you like my glasses?â Hell yea I do! I thought. He looked even sexier with the glasses on than off. I loved nerds đ, and because he was a nerd who also had dimples, heâd totally be getting laid in the very near future. I kept my thoughts to myself though and simply said, âyesâ with a somewhat cynical smile. He smirked and brought the food over to the coffee table; kissing me đon the cheek again before returning to pour something for us to drink. I didnât know what to do with this white man who showered me with affection, and couldnât seem to keep his hands off me. I was physically at ease, but mentally ill at ease with how he made me feel. I hadnât been treated like this since Iâd been in a committed relationship. I was out of practice with what to do. All I knew was that despite the fact that it was kind of scary, it was also thrilling for a man to provide me with so much attention. I found that I was hungry for more. I couldnât let him know that though. I waited for him to return to the couch before digging into the food. I looked around his place and noticed what I hadnât really had the chance to notice all the other times Iâd visited and fooled around with White Chocolate. His place was pretty plain and guyish. One thing I liked was that he had some nice art on his walls. There was also a nice balcony to my left that led to the pool. Mentally, I decided some of the things I would change about his place to make things more lavish; that is, if stuff got more serious between us. Wait! Was I considering getting more serious with White Chocolate? After just one fuck? What the hell had gotten into me? I needed to stay on the straight and narrow. Your dick whipped, thatâs whatâs gotten into you. My smart ass subconscious supplied. No the fuck Iâm not! I thought in complete denial as I calmly ate up more Chinese. As the plot of the movie began to develop; he left the couch again, and I soon heard the sloshing of more white wine being poured from the kitchen. âIâm glad youâre staying the night Cookie. I wasnât sure if you really liked me,â he called from the kitchen.
Distracted from my thoughts, I replied, âwhy would you think that after we fooled around and stuff?â âI dunno, I guess I didnât really start doubting you until this last time.â He hesitated a moment then said, âWhen you held off on seeing me for two weeks, I thought you werenât interested in me anymore.â Had my ears deceived me? Or was there genuine hurt/vulnerability in his voice? Whatever it was, he hid it too quickly for me to be certain of things. âYou didnât scare me off, I was just unsure if you were serious about me, or if you were just into the physical, so I backed off to see which one it was.â I said smoothly. That, and I had decided I was scared shitless of foreign objects, your big white dick being the primary âobjectâ in question. I thought. He came to sit next to me, handing me the wine. âAnd what do you think now?â He asked. I snickered, and said, âthat I should have held out longer because I still donât knowâŚâ He gave me a mercurial smile as he picked up his chopsticks to take in a mouth full of the delicious and steamy noodle đ dish heâd ordered. Eyeing me thoughtfully, he shrugged, swallowed, and said, âall men are into the physical, Iâd say itâs like 80 to 95% of why we get involved with a woman to begin with; or a man if youâre gay.â I raised my eyebrows at the gay comment. He shrugged again and said, âhey its 2018, and its gay pride month, I have to make sure I account for everyoneâ đ. It was my turn to shrug now. âI see,â I said as I took a long swig of the crisp white wine.
When I picked up my plate again, I asked, âwhat is the other 5 to 20 % of things then?â âCompatibility and companionship,â he said. I let his answer mull over in my mind, then asked, âand how do I measure up?â He took a sip of the wine and met my eyes, the dim light from the t.v. playing across his handsome features as he said, âso far, I enjoy everything about you; even you waiting two weeks to see me again before deciding to stay over and eat Chinese on my couch. Hey, I even like that you put on my shirt and boxers tonight without bothering to ask me whether you could or not.â He raked his gaze over me in appreciation and smirked. I laughed around a mouth full of noodles. When Iâd recovered, I said, âIâm sorry, I had no spare clean clothes.â He shrugged again and said simply, âdoesnât bother me.â He paused, then a devious, bad boy look came over his face as he added, âlooser clothing means easier access.â I rolled my eyes đand took another sip of wine.
After a moment, he asks, âIâm curious about what you think of the physical part thoughâŚâ I hesitate, then laugh weakly before saying, âI canât tell you that, Iâll only say that it wasnât bad.â He raises a dark brow and asks, âwhy canât you tell me?â Haughtily I say, âbecause you donât deserve to know...đ¤â He laughs, đand says somewhat derisively, âyou are adorable Cookie. Now more than ever, I want inside that mysterious mind of yoursâŚâ He trails off and I think to myself, yea right, you just want me to let you back inside the cookie đŞ. He smirks đand itâs as if heâs read my mind because he says, âthe physical wasnât bad though huh? I guess I can work with that.â âYouâd better, cause thatâs all youâre going to get out of me,â I say evasively. âReally?â He asks as he puts his plate down and dawns a serious persona đ. I give him a you damned strait look, and he motions for me to lean forward. I hesitantly obey as he moves in close. At first, I think heâs going to kiss me, but then at the last minute the fucker bypasses my lips and moves to my ear đđž. At my ear he whispers, âyour body calls you a liar đ¤ĽCookie, Iâll let you be coy if it makes you more comfortable, but itâs not my first time at the rodeo⌠believe me, I-know exactly what a turned-on woman feels like⌠So no, thatâs not all I actually got out of you tonightâŚâ I canât hide the shocked expression on my face đ˛as he pulls away to stare pointedly at me. Itâs as if my earlier statements had been the most ridiculous thing I could have ever said. Damn the bastard! He moved his face so that it was inches from mine đ. I barely maintained hold of the wine in my left hand as he looked at me. I suddenly felt hot, flustered, sort of embarrassed, and⌠shy⌠WTF!!! I am not a shy person! White Chocolate could make me forget my own damned mind if I let him!
I was knocked completely off kilter, and now I was struggling to find my equilibrium. I was unable to meet White Chocolateâs gaze as a flurry of irrational thoughts entered my mind. I tried and failed to regain my composure: This is totally ridiculous! Youâre never this unglued! ITâS HIM! WHAT IS HE DOING TO YOU? Careful SnookâŚ.. This one plays dirtyâŚ, but you like that heâs dirty though! I shut down all my crazy thoughts đand finally refocused on him just as he began to lean in for a kiss. I automatically closed my eyes đ. I could feel his warm breath against my parted lips đ as I waited, andâŚ. waited. Impatiently, I jerked my eyes open to see him staring at my lips. Slowly, leisurely, he moves his gaze up to meet mine again. A knowing, superior look crosses his face, and he subtly smirks đbefore blinking those gorgeous green gray eyes. He pulls away and picks up his plate đ˝; continuing to eat as if nothing just happened. Holy shit!!!! I was being played by a WHITE BOY!!! Who the hell knew white boys even had such⌠allure? And just who the hell did he think he was to put me under his spell like this? I was a smart, confident, and attractive black girl, I was supposed to be immune from this kind of shit. Especially from a white boy!!! And what the fuck had that almost kiss been about? What had I just telegraphed to him to make him look at me like that!?! This white boy needed to come with a warning label đ¨ because he was dangerous AF. He had me all discombobulated. He was unpredictable, and I just couldnât seem to get the upper hand in this game of dominance we seemed to be playing. In short, White Chocolate was running some serious game on me. Heâd just checked mated my ass, and sadly, surprisingly, there was no way I could outmaneuver him. Damn him! Game, set, match. It seemed heâd just acquired both the lock and the key đ. Iâd been outclassed. Maybe I should just play it smart and toss in the towel. Besides, deep down, I couldnât deny that the shit was sexy as hell!!! Again, I found myself thinking, damn, I wasnât ready. đ