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This is a story of my first love and my first time having sex with a woman.

Jana and I were still teenagers. We were in the same English class. I adored her from a far. I so badly wanted her. I think I wanted her because we were so different. I’m black, I had braids in my hair at the time and she was white with long, untamed dirty blonde hair. We also hung out with different crowds but knew a lot of the same people.

I was able to start talking to her due to her sweet tooth and I was selling candy for the field hockey team at our school. We had nice small talk and I flirted slightly with her. She had beautiful, large, curved teeth. I began dreaming about her. Dreams of her soft body sitting next to me as our mouths were engaged in conversation. (more…)

“Can I buy you a drink?” He offers. I give him a glance. Tall, with broad shoulders, yet slender with a abundance of rich black hair, light grey eyes and stubbly chin.

He’s cute, ordinarily I would accept, but tonight I smile and give a polite “Maybe another time.”

I believe I fell in love 4 minutes ago. Or lust. Whichever, standing on the bar’s small stage is the loveliest girl I have ever seen in my life, violin in hand, bowing out a melody that touches my soul. Her song is almost as beautiful as her. (more…)

  I smacked the alarm clock hard, I didn’t remember if I set it or not.  God, another early morning and cold as hell.  I didn’t want to get out of my nice cozy bed.  I cracked open one eye and tried to see what time it actually was before I woke up completely.  I am one of those types that think that the extra fifteen minutes of sleep would actually do me some good.  It was almost seven am and definitely time to get up.  I slowly got out of bed, dreading the fact I had to leave my warm cocoon.  I stood up and stretched, my t-shirt rose up letting the cool air touch my skin.  I wandered into the kitchen and found Nina waiting for the coffee pot to finish brewing.  “Morning roomie.” She said not so bright eyed.  “Morning babe, sleep well?” She nodded.  She was always up this early, even on the weekends.  She made me sick.  (more…)

As I followed her through the museum I couldn’t help but stare at her.  She was absolutely gorgeous.  She could easily been a part of the museum and no one would think twice.  We entered the ‘racy’ section of the museum.  There have been several attempts to close it down, calling it pornography, lucidious and other ridiculous views.  I admit I am not a huge fan of art.  I mean, I like it and all but I don’t drool over stuff.  There are displays that make me think about sex and before I know it, I’m horny.  It doesn’t help that I’m always following her through there and staring at her hips sway back and forth as she walks.  Her sultry voice filling the hallways, as she tells the tourists a little bit about each piece. (more…)

  I had just finished a week long merger.  I was as stressed as I could be.  My entire body ached, so when, Richard, my partner at the firm had mentioned going to the masseuse, I asked if I could tag along.  I didn’t have any plans that evening and I really needed to relax.  He told me to be open minded about the whole thing, since they usually got ‘really’ friendly with you.  I laughed.  He was joking, right?  I made a mental note to make sure I was going to be ‘paired’ with another female.  I preferred the feminine touch.  Richard popped into my office about ten after five and said he’d meet me in the parking lot and we’d take his car.  Traffic is horrible and since I didn’t know where this place was, we both agreed one car would be best.  I packed up everything I’d need.  Being a lawyer, I’ve learned to keep an extra pair of everything in the office, many long nights and rumpled suits later have taught me that.  (more…)