Now this guy was anything but mean. He honestly looked like the Brazilian Superman, if I had to choose anyone to describe him. He was 6'0 tall, light brown sugar skin, with curly eye lashes, and a picture perfect smile. I nearly dropped my food on the floor when I was introduced to him. He was in the air forces at a school near where I live. He was shy, sweet, and simple. He spoke of his half black and spanish family with so much love that it made me want to pack a bag and move.
We had been friends for a couple weeks, when I asked him how much I wanted to kiss him. He eventually said "sure why not, and then I would kiss you downwards towards you're belly button right mami?". I was studded by his fowardness. Especially since it was completely unexpected. After a lunch together, on a day I was off work, I told him that we could hang out later when his roomate was not around. I was trying my hardest to make him comfortable but he wasn't.
We've been talking and eating lunch together for a couple months and he was still timid. When I finally got him on the bed, he began kissing me. Then the next thing I know I was being picked up off the bed and positioned the opposite direction. When he placed me where he was sitting, he then began pulling my leggings and panties off. I was suprised! Hell shocked! He had always talked about doing that with his girlfriend but I didn't think I would be so lucky. After 30 minutes of us pleasuring each other I retreated back to my apartment. We kept talking and seeing each other after that but eventually he graduated and moved to Sanford. He was my brazilian Superman and I was glad he was able to help me in so many ways. xoxo Ms. English
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Mr. Line Brother
Mr. Line Brother(absolutely fictionally story)
I had no idea what I was doing there. He was not even suppose to know me. How in the world did I manage to pull this off? I was scaried shitless when I got off the train. I have never been a woman afraid of men since I was in High School or Middle School, but this one had me dick whipped before I got up this morning. I made sure I had a pretty outfit for him, that I picked out a couple of days ago. I was in a purple hip hugging dress and purple earrings with a matching necklace. I wore black short boots because it was a long sleeve dress, and I knew it would be too cold for wedges. As I got off the train, and into the cab I nearly died. "He wasn't going to like me, he probably thinks I'm crazy," I whispered so the cab driver wouldn't hear me.
I went into the restaurant and sat down. He was married. I dated his brother years ago but always wanted to know him as well. I would fantazie about him in ways his younger brother I knew could never satisfy me. And now, I was here terrified at my actions. We're friends but the fact that he stated he was attracted to me and wanted me was making my clit twitch. I am a christian and know better. Yet, I promised myself it would not go as far as this. Just a lunch. One lunch. I gasped, there he was with his light honey complexion, in his lavender collar shirt, and black tailored pants. I a huge smile stretched across his flawless face. His eyes, dimples, hell even his bald head seem to shine with delight by the sight of me. "Its only a lunch," I stated underneath my breath before walking to our table. xoxo Ms. English (ps if you like this fictional story, then let me know and I'll continue from where I stopped.)
I had no idea what I was doing there. He was not even suppose to know me. How in the world did I manage to pull this off? I was scaried shitless when I got off the train. I have never been a woman afraid of men since I was in High School or Middle School, but this one had me dick whipped before I got up this morning. I made sure I had a pretty outfit for him, that I picked out a couple of days ago. I was in a purple hip hugging dress and purple earrings with a matching necklace. I wore black short boots because it was a long sleeve dress, and I knew it would be too cold for wedges. As I got off the train, and into the cab I nearly died. "He wasn't going to like me, he probably thinks I'm crazy," I whispered so the cab driver wouldn't hear me.
I went into the restaurant and sat down. He was married. I dated his brother years ago but always wanted to know him as well. I would fantazie about him in ways his younger brother I knew could never satisfy me. And now, I was here terrified at my actions. We're friends but the fact that he stated he was attracted to me and wanted me was making my clit twitch. I am a christian and know better. Yet, I promised myself it would not go as far as this. Just a lunch. One lunch. I gasped, there he was with his light honey complexion, in his lavender collar shirt, and black tailored pants. I a huge smile stretched across his flawless face. His eyes, dimples, hell even his bald head seem to shine with delight by the sight of me. "Its only a lunch," I stated underneath my breath before walking to our table. xoxo Ms. English (ps if you like this fictional story, then let me know and I'll continue from where I stopped.)
Mr Estoy
Mr. Estoy
When you meet the one, nothing else matters. You feel as if the fairy tales must have been real. On this date, it was the first time I felt Greensboro was the place for me. He was half hispanic and black with 5'8 demeanor. He had a smile which melted my labia to the point I was in pain, when I saw him. After a random poetry meeting, we met and decided to go out with each other. Our first date was downtown. We went to a bar first then for a stroll in the park. He serenaded me the whole time. "Changing the world, by changing me," echoed from his mouth.
My heart use to pound as if I wanted to say something but never did. We ended the date in sweet kiss as he drove me back to my mother'sand brother's home. It felt as if I was getting lifted to the heavens with his touch. My panties were a complete river before I left his side. He stood there watching me until I close the door. We were together for two years before we ended our tragic romance. It started however as a romantic event in time then ended in a story of more woe. Until next time,xoxo Ms. English.
When you meet the one, nothing else matters. You feel as if the fairy tales must have been real. On this date, it was the first time I felt Greensboro was the place for me. He was half hispanic and black with 5'8 demeanor. He had a smile which melted my labia to the point I was in pain, when I saw him. After a random poetry meeting, we met and decided to go out with each other. Our first date was downtown. We went to a bar first then for a stroll in the park. He serenaded me the whole time. "Changing the world, by changing me," echoed from his mouth.
My heart use to pound as if I wanted to say something but never did. We ended the date in sweet kiss as he drove me back to my mother'sand brother's home. It felt as if I was getting lifted to the heavens with his touch. My panties were a complete river before I left his side. He stood there watching me until I close the door. We were together for two years before we ended our tragic romance. It started however as a romantic event in time then ended in a story of more woe. Until next time,xoxo Ms. English.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Mr. Book Smart
Mr. Book Smart is a lover never a fighter. Unless it has to do with Black Power. I remember lusting for him at a local university and always loved are little conversations in the morning. When it finally came for own first sincere date, he commented on my attire. I was wearing a form fitting stripped dress and open toed shoes. I just got done with a birthday photo shoot. We met outside of a local coffee shop but soon went to a bakery for desserts instead.
He is beautiful. He is an almond complexion , 6'3, and black rimmed glasses man that always turn me on. He was my Malcom X of 2013, and I was ready to flirt on our lunch date. He paid for my cake which was a suprise because we never agree on such. I ate cake while he asked questions about my physique, school, and work. I eventually got up the courage to finally kiss him on the lips when I referenced the kiss from "They're Eyes We're Watching God". I got up and sat in his lap, then planted a kiss on his milky smooth lips. I adored him. I loved the way he kissed me with such passion and devotion. He was a poet and worked at a museum so he was always good on his feet, and apparently off as well. We ended our date in a hug and a line of "we'll stay in touch". But overall we don't. He's building his future and a relationship is the further's thing from his mind. But I will always have his soulful kiss two days before my birthday. It was one of the best gifts I ever received. Until next time xoxo, Ms. English.
He is beautiful. He is an almond complexion , 6'3, and black rimmed glasses man that always turn me on. He was my Malcom X of 2013, and I was ready to flirt on our lunch date. He paid for my cake which was a suprise because we never agree on such. I ate cake while he asked questions about my physique, school, and work. I eventually got up the courage to finally kiss him on the lips when I referenced the kiss from "They're Eyes We're Watching God". I got up and sat in his lap, then planted a kiss on his milky smooth lips. I adored him. I loved the way he kissed me with such passion and devotion. He was a poet and worked at a museum so he was always good on his feet, and apparently off as well. We ended our date in a hug and a line of "we'll stay in touch". But overall we don't. He's building his future and a relationship is the further's thing from his mind. But I will always have his soulful kiss two days before my birthday. It was one of the best gifts I ever received. Until next time xoxo, Ms. English.
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