1. Light Chocolate Candy


    Date: 11/21/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 48.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Shaun is a tall sexy black woman, she is 45 years old, divorced, no children and a anchor/reporter for an entertainment show. " So what's this I hear about you seeking a relationship with a black woman? An attractive successful woman." " Maybe?" I look up from my scotch, suspiciously. " What else did you hear?" " Just rumors. That your nickname is the bull because your cock is long, thick, is unusual with a knot at the end. That no woman can have more then two intercourse sessions with you." I look at her closely. I stared intently her, lips pursed, mouth set. I heave a long sigh. " Wanna try?" I ask softly, laying a hand on her arm. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looks like a goddess – a chocolate goddess. A flush suffused her cheeks, before she drops her eyes once more – ostensibly to complete the transaction. 'Thank you,' she cooed. I sat there trying to find the best description of her complexion. I think I settled on is 'a Grand Marnier mocha melange.' I met her at the door an hour later. She smiled shyly – shyly but alluringly. She seems more pleased than surprised. We approached one another tentatively, almost warily. I invited her into my place. Shaun, is perfect – perfection manifest. Full lips; glittering deep brown eyes, impeccably set around a pert nose, with just a tiny hint of the Dark Continent still evident – if you know what I mean; flawless mocha skin – creamy coffee-colored with just a hint of orange spice undertones. Her black hair hung over her ...
    shoulder long and flowing. Her breasts swell proudly – not large, but perfectly shaped – her nipples just a slight insinuation under her dress. Her hands are fluid, her fingers long and slender, her legs obviously shaped and toned beneath her dress. At 45 years old...she is, to my mind, the ideal specimen. She is exactly what had been intended when mankind had first emerged in central Africa. We talked about everything. Everything except what is front and center in each of our minds – that is, sex. It started as she is showing me round the apartment. She had invited me over for coffee and to see her apartment. She tries to kiss me. She was probably making a foolish decision, so that is why she is the one to break off the kiss so suddenly. We had rounded a corner near the stairs and she has found herself standing close, feeling aroused. She merely followed her instincts leaning forward kiss him. She is single, she is a little lonely and she barely knew me, she thought she had correctly interpreted my signals as our flirting had increased in obviousness over the course of two bottles of wine. Yet the fact we had drunk so much is what made her pull back in the end. She is a sensible type, ordinarily, not a risk taker and not prone to impulsive actions. Her judgement is impaired, she told herself. She is drunk. Maybe what she had taken as flirtation had been nothing more than innocent conversation. She became afraid, suddenly, of making a fool of herself and pulling back from the ...
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