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How the hell did I end up here? Never would I imagine being forty years old, divorced and working a job that I could give two shits about. You know when you’re young and innocent you say that you will travel the world, with your perfect husband and have a dream job and then life abruptly tells you that you are not living in a movie. Then there’s my attempt at marriage. Wilson was a good man, but we both knew that we were fighting a battle to just be in love.
But at least I have my wine. I had amassed a collection of wines that would make the great Olivia Pope blush. Maybe I wanted to be like Ms. Pope and be a badass like her, who knows? So I make my normal post-work Thursday routine to the local fresh market to get a nice red wine to go with my microwaved lean cuisine. Hey, at least the wines good. So I searched the wine aisle looking for something to peak my interest and I see a beautiful sight out of the corner of my eye. It was a man that looked like he was mahogany sculpture of an African God. He had jet black locks that were perfectly trimmed and topped his head like a lion’s mane. His amazingly chocolate brown skin seemed to be without a single blemish. His teeth seemed to shine like polished marble and his lips looked like Godiva dipped clouds. It was from that very mouth that I heard the two words I least expected: my name.
"Andrea Jackson" he said in an intoxicating baritone. He reached in for a hug but I foolishly denied his advance and asked “Do I know you?". What he said next truly surprised me more than anything ever. “It’s me Jeremiah Harrison" he said. At that moment I was so glad that I was brown skinned, so he couldn’t see me blush with embarrassment. Jeremiah was a k** that I babysat when I was in college for some extra money. Once I graduated and I found a Job in Chicago I never saw him again. It’s amazing that he grew up into such a gorgeous man, from that little ten year old I kept all those years ago.
"Wow you look amazing as ever" he said through a toothy grin.
I managed a humble “thank you" as I tried to regain my composure. Then we began the normal conversational niceties like “how are you doing?", “How are you’re parents?" and all those other bullshit questions" Until we started talking about careers. I told him that I was with that same company that I started with when I left for college, unfortunately. His answer was much more impressive. He was a chef and was actually about to leave the next day for Paris for 6 months to train under some French chef, whose name I couldn’t pronounce to save my life. As we were about to part he asked for my number and if I had a webcam. We exchanged numbers and I told him that could get one so we could Skype. I lied and told him that I was going to get one to video chat with family but I knew it was just to see him.
So over the next few months we chatted on the regular just to keep in touch. He told me about the beautiful scenery in the city and sent me some souvenirs. Over the course of our talking I noticed the trajectory of our talks were becoming more romantic in nature, so fought tooth and nail to keep in platonic. It wasn’t that he was a bad guy by any stretch of the imagination, it’s just I didn’t want to get hurt by love again. Despite my attempt to fight my feelings I did notice that there was a certain level of giddiness when I saw him online. I secretly waited anxiously for him to return to the states. Until he arrived and was back home.
He got home and my insides felt like a teenager lusting over some teen heartthrob. We had made plans to meet up at his apartment the week after he got back and I literally couldn’t wait much longer than that. The night for us to meet up again had finally arrived. I wore my best black dress, that I worked from the day of our exchange to fit into. He had called a cab to pick me up at 8:00 sharp to bring me to his apartment. I got to his door and knocked on the cast iron knocker. His warming voice answered “come in". I walked in and was welcomed to the smell of roasting meat and vegetables, as the subtle scent of a freshly lit candle scanned across my nostril. Everything about the decor of his place was earth toned, from his furniture and bookshelves, to his cabinets and place settings. It felt like the warmth that only a home can provide.
He grabbed my things and walked me to table were the meal had prepared was hot and waiting for us. After a quick toast of my favorite red wine, we began dinner and it was literally the best meal I had ever had. Everything was seasoned to perfection and paired well with everything on the plate. “Wow you really are a great chef" I said after my last bite. “You say that like you are surprised" while taking a sip from his third glass of wine. Or maybe it was his fourth, shit I don’t know because at that time I was a little tipsy myself. I don’t know if it was the wine or not but the more we talked the sexier he got. Every look and every word got me wetter and wetter. I wanted nothing more but to give myself to him but I couldn’t do that with him. He was still little Jeremiah that I took care of all those years ago. He also must have been feeling the wine because he made the confession that I was the one he was thinking about when he first touched himself. This was shocking in the best way possible. Then I did what I promised myself not to and kissed him with all of me.
As the kiss went on internally I went from absolute horror at what I had done, to shock that he was kissing me back, to being overwhelmed by the passion between us. “I’ve waited almost twenty years for that moment and it was everything I wanted and more" he said while giving me soft kisses between every other word.
"Follow me" he said as he grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. When we walked in there was already the scent of incense in the air. “This boy is cocky, thinking that he would just get me in bed on the first night" I thought internally but I remained unbothered on the outside. We got beside the bed and he kissed me deeply again, this time I felt my knees buckle as our tongues danced. His strong masculine hands travelled down my back and grabbed my ass. I let out a slight “whew" from the strength of his grip. I wanted him more than anything in the world at that very moment. My pussy was craving his dick even though I had never had him. Then he laid me on the bed while I took off his shirt and he unzipped my dress. Soon I was only in my panties and he stood completely naked in front of me. His body was so chiseled, that a nursing student could study his body for an anatomy class.
He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard chest and slowly let it travel down. My fingertips touched every muscular ridge of his body until I reached his huge dick. It was by far the biggest one I had seen in person and dwarfed my ex-husband’s. I wanted to ask “where do you plan on putting that monster" but I put on my big girl face and tried to be sexy. Then he asked me a strange question “Do you trust me." It was strange because I had never really trusted anybody but myself, but I took the leap of faith and said yes. Then he grabbed a long silk cloth and tied my hands together around a post on his bed. The feeling of not being in control was different for me and honestly it scared me.
Then he crawled on the bed looking like a panther and began kissing on my neck. His tongue travelled from my ears to my collar bone and back again. By this time my panties were completely soaked and I moaned softly in pleasure. Each lick sent electric volts down my body. My whole body was at attention. His tongue then travelled to my breast and he began to wrap his tongue around each of my nipples. It felt like his tongue had a mind of its own. He sucked, licked, and caressed my breast as one of his hands moved down to my awaiting pussy. Instead of taking my panties off he started by rubbing my clit through the cloth. The lace fabric felt amazing against pussy. His tongue and his fingers seemed to work in perfect sync. One of his fingers found its way inside of me and I screamed in pleasure. He began to rub my g-spot perfectly, like he had a blueprint of my pussy. I came over and over on his finger leaving it soaked. He took it out and rubbed it on my nipple before licking it off. “Damn your nectar is so sweet; I got to taste it from the source."
So he removed my panties and dove face first into my awaiting wetness. His tongue was masterful and with one lick his fat tongue split my lips from top to bottom. He started sucking on my clit while sticking his finger back inside me. I was in heaven. I swear I heard angel strumming the song “juicy fruit" on their harps. My pleasure climbed to another level when he pulled the hood of my clit back and stuck a second finger inside of me. The bliss of the moment felt unfair to everyone in the world that wasn’t me. He made me cum over and over again as he ate me like a savage. I begged him to stop but because I was tied up I couldn’t get him up. He told me he would eat it until he was satisfied and my pussy was ready for his dick.
"Are you ready for me" were the words I longed to hear him say, as he sat up on his knees with his beard shining with my juices. I wanted his dick so badly that my pussy was pulsating in anticipation. Then I realized he wasn’t done teasing me. So he slid his fat dick head up and down my pussy lips. At this point I was begging for the dick, pleading for him to put it inside of me. Even with my pleas he still teased me by slapping his dick against my clit. His weighty dick felt like a flesh cover mallet against my pussy and it hurt so good. He said it was actually an African sex ritual that he learned in his travels. I was so high off of the pleasure of the act; I didn’t even care. After what seemed like an eternity he finally started to put his dick inside. It was the most pleasurable pain that I had ever felt. His fat dick stretched my pussy like I had never felt before, as he slid in inch, after inch, after inch of his manhood. When he was all the way inside of me I felt like his dick head was touching all the way inside of me.
He rocked his fat dick in and out of me while he had my legs touching the sky. He started out slow but oh so deliberate. His hip began to grind inside of me to the rhythm of a silent song. My pussy quaked and quivered as he stroked his fat dick. I wanted to take the wraps off of my hands but he wouldn’t let me and preceded to dick me harder and faster as time went by. I came more times than I could ever care to count as he lowered his muscled body on top of my and under hooked my arms. He was deeper in me than anything I had ever felt. His dick head traveled in and out of constantly hitting my g-spot. He moved my legs around like a yoga instructor. With each new position his dick hit my walls in a different and amazing way. After it seemed like we went through all of the Kama Sutra, he untied my hands and told me to lay on my stomach at the edge of the bed.
So I laid there with my ass in the air waiting for his dick and I got exactly what I wanted. He preceded to fuck me into oblivion. His dick hit my pussy like a jackhammer, as he slammed my hip onto his. “Do you like that fat dick" he said as he pulled my hair in the best way. This was pain and pleasure. "Fuck me with that big dick Daddy" I yelled at the top of my lungs. My legs grew weak. My hands were full of his sheets. I laid face down on his comforter and was hypnotized by his scent infused in the fabric. His large hands grabbed my hips and ass and pulled me back every time I tried to run. I took him until my legs couldn’t support me anymore. He pulled his cum covered dick out of me. It glistened from my juices. It looked so amazing that I had to taste it.
What was I doing? I have never tasted myself before and after I tried it I don’t know why. My pussy juices tasted amazing off of his chocolate dick. I jacked his dick while I moved my mouth up and down on his shaft. His moans encouraged me to go harder. I licked up and down the base of his shaft, which sent chills through him. I sucked his dick like my life depended on it. He was like putty in my hands amd my mouth actually. “You’re gonna make me cum" he said with a weakened voice. “Not yet young man" I told him with complete authority. “Now sit your ass on bed and let Ms. Jackson ride you." “Yes ma’am."
He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. His dick was all the way inside of me. I began to rock my hips on his dick like it was a workout machine. I’m so glad that I started going to the gym when he left. We held each other tight as I rode him. His dick knocked on the door to my soul. My nails left trails on his back, while his tongue did the same on my neck.
"You like how I ride that dick baby?"
"Yes, bounce in this dick."
"Are you going to cum for me?"
" Yes ma’am, I’m almost there Ms. Jackson."
"I love it when you call me that"
"Oh my God, you’re trying to make me cum"
"I’m ready for you. Ahh I’m about to cum too!"
"Ms Jackson I’m bout to cum. Here it is."
As with both came together he finally knocked down the wall to my soul. It felt like he took his time there and searched my inner most parts. This was more than an orgasm, this shook my very spirit. I woke up the next morning with his smiling face over me.
"How did you sleep?" he asked.
"Better than ever before" I replied.
He had had made me a breakfast of a fritatta and fresh squeezed orange juice. It tasted like heaven. Damn, this dude can cook. As I was about to compliment him on his dish I noticed that he had bent over. I thought he had just dropped something, until i saw the shimmer of a diamond looking at me.
"Andrea Jackson, I knew I Loved you since i was ten years old and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
I sat there dumbfounded for a minute and finally I said….
But at least I have my wine. I had amassed a collection of wines that would make the great Olivia Pope blush. Maybe I wanted to be like Ms. Pope and be a badass like her, who knows? So I make my normal post-work Thursday routine to the local fresh market to get a nice red wine to go with my microwaved lean cuisine. Hey, at least the wines good. So I searched the wine aisle looking for something to peak my interest and I see a beautiful sight out of the corner of my eye. It was a man that looked like he was mahogany sculpture of an African God. He had jet black locks that were perfectly trimmed and topped his head like a lion’s mane. His amazingly chocolate brown skin seemed to be without a single blemish. His teeth seemed to shine like polished marble and his lips looked like Godiva dipped clouds. It was from that very mouth that I heard the two words I least expected: my name.
"Andrea Jackson" he said in an intoxicating baritone. He reached in for a hug but I foolishly denied his advance and asked “Do I know you?". What he said next truly surprised me more than anything ever. “It’s me Jeremiah Harrison" he said. At that moment I was so glad that I was brown skinned, so he couldn’t see me blush with embarrassment. Jeremiah was a k** that I babysat when I was in college for some extra money. Once I graduated and I found a Job in Chicago I never saw him again. It’s amazing that he grew up into such a gorgeous man, from that little ten year old I kept all those years ago.
"Wow you look amazing as ever" he said through a toothy grin.
I managed a humble “thank you" as I tried to regain my composure. Then we began the normal conversational niceties like “how are you doing?", “How are you’re parents?" and all those other bullshit questions" Until we started talking about careers. I told him that I was with that same company that I started with when I left for college, unfortunately. His answer was much more impressive. He was a chef and was actually about to leave the next day for Paris for 6 months to train under some French chef, whose name I couldn’t pronounce to save my life. As we were about to part he asked for my number and if I had a webcam. We exchanged numbers and I told him that could get one so we could Skype. I lied and told him that I was going to get one to video chat with family but I knew it was just to see him.
So over the next few months we chatted on the regular just to keep in touch. He told me about the beautiful scenery in the city and sent me some souvenirs. Over the course of our talking I noticed the trajectory of our talks were becoming more romantic in nature, so fought tooth and nail to keep in platonic. It wasn’t that he was a bad guy by any stretch of the imagination, it’s just I didn’t want to get hurt by love again. Despite my attempt to fight my feelings I did notice that there was a certain level of giddiness when I saw him online. I secretly waited anxiously for him to return to the states. Until he arrived and was back home.
He got home and my insides felt like a teenager lusting over some teen heartthrob. We had made plans to meet up at his apartment the week after he got back and I literally couldn’t wait much longer than that. The night for us to meet up again had finally arrived. I wore my best black dress, that I worked from the day of our exchange to fit into. He had called a cab to pick me up at 8:00 sharp to bring me to his apartment. I got to his door and knocked on the cast iron knocker. His warming voice answered “come in". I walked in and was welcomed to the smell of roasting meat and vegetables, as the subtle scent of a freshly lit candle scanned across my nostril. Everything about the decor of his place was earth toned, from his furniture and bookshelves, to his cabinets and place settings. It felt like the warmth that only a home can provide.
He grabbed my things and walked me to table were the meal had prepared was hot and waiting for us. After a quick toast of my favorite red wine, we began dinner and it was literally the best meal I had ever had. Everything was seasoned to perfection and paired well with everything on the plate. “Wow you really are a great chef" I said after my last bite. “You say that like you are surprised" while taking a sip from his third glass of wine. Or maybe it was his fourth, shit I don’t know because at that time I was a little tipsy myself. I don’t know if it was the wine or not but the more we talked the sexier he got. Every look and every word got me wetter and wetter. I wanted nothing more but to give myself to him but I couldn’t do that with him. He was still little Jeremiah that I took care of all those years ago. He also must have been feeling the wine because he made the confession that I was the one he was thinking about when he first touched himself. This was shocking in the best way possible. Then I did what I promised myself not to and kissed him with all of me.
As the kiss went on internally I went from absolute horror at what I had done, to shock that he was kissing me back, to being overwhelmed by the passion between us. “I’ve waited almost twenty years for that moment and it was everything I wanted and more" he said while giving me soft kisses between every other word.
"Follow me" he said as he grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. When we walked in there was already the scent of incense in the air. “This boy is cocky, thinking that he would just get me in bed on the first night" I thought internally but I remained unbothered on the outside. We got beside the bed and he kissed me deeply again, this time I felt my knees buckle as our tongues danced. His strong masculine hands travelled down my back and grabbed my ass. I let out a slight “whew" from the strength of his grip. I wanted him more than anything in the world at that very moment. My pussy was craving his dick even though I had never had him. Then he laid me on the bed while I took off his shirt and he unzipped my dress. Soon I was only in my panties and he stood completely naked in front of me. His body was so chiseled, that a nursing student could study his body for an anatomy class.
He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard chest and slowly let it travel down. My fingertips touched every muscular ridge of his body until I reached his huge dick. It was by far the biggest one I had seen in person and dwarfed my ex-husband’s. I wanted to ask “where do you plan on putting that monster" but I put on my big girl face and tried to be sexy. Then he asked me a strange question “Do you trust me." It was strange because I had never really trusted anybody but myself, but I took the leap of faith and said yes. Then he grabbed a long silk cloth and tied my hands together around a post on his bed. The feeling of not being in control was different for me and honestly it scared me.
Then he crawled on the bed looking like a panther and began kissing on my neck. His tongue travelled from my ears to my collar bone and back again. By this time my panties were completely soaked and I moaned softly in pleasure. Each lick sent electric volts down my body. My whole body was at attention. His tongue then travelled to my breast and he began to wrap his tongue around each of my nipples. It felt like his tongue had a mind of its own. He sucked, licked, and caressed my breast as one of his hands moved down to my awaiting pussy. Instead of taking my panties off he started by rubbing my clit through the cloth. The lace fabric felt amazing against pussy. His tongue and his fingers seemed to work in perfect sync. One of his fingers found its way inside of me and I screamed in pleasure. He began to rub my g-spot perfectly, like he had a blueprint of my pussy. I came over and over on his finger leaving it soaked. He took it out and rubbed it on my nipple before licking it off. “Damn your nectar is so sweet; I got to taste it from the source."
So he removed my panties and dove face first into my awaiting wetness. His tongue was masterful and with one lick his fat tongue split my lips from top to bottom. He started sucking on my clit while sticking his finger back inside me. I was in heaven. I swear I heard angel strumming the song “juicy fruit" on their harps. My pleasure climbed to another level when he pulled the hood of my clit back and stuck a second finger inside of me. The bliss of the moment felt unfair to everyone in the world that wasn’t me. He made me cum over and over again as he ate me like a savage. I begged him to stop but because I was tied up I couldn’t get him up. He told me he would eat it until he was satisfied and my pussy was ready for his dick.
"Are you ready for me" were the words I longed to hear him say, as he sat up on his knees with his beard shining with my juices. I wanted his dick so badly that my pussy was pulsating in anticipation. Then I realized he wasn’t done teasing me. So he slid his fat dick head up and down my pussy lips. At this point I was begging for the dick, pleading for him to put it inside of me. Even with my pleas he still teased me by slapping his dick against my clit. His weighty dick felt like a flesh cover mallet against my pussy and it hurt so good. He said it was actually an African sex ritual that he learned in his travels. I was so high off of the pleasure of the act; I didn’t even care. After what seemed like an eternity he finally started to put his dick inside. It was the most pleasurable pain that I had ever felt. His fat dick stretched my pussy like I had never felt before, as he slid in inch, after inch, after inch of his manhood. When he was all the way inside of me I felt like his dick head was touching all the way inside of me.
He rocked his fat dick in and out of me while he had my legs touching the sky. He started out slow but oh so deliberate. His hip began to grind inside of me to the rhythm of a silent song. My pussy quaked and quivered as he stroked his fat dick. I wanted to take the wraps off of my hands but he wouldn’t let me and preceded to dick me harder and faster as time went by. I came more times than I could ever care to count as he lowered his muscled body on top of my and under hooked my arms. He was deeper in me than anything I had ever felt. His dick head traveled in and out of constantly hitting my g-spot. He moved my legs around like a yoga instructor. With each new position his dick hit my walls in a different and amazing way. After it seemed like we went through all of the Kama Sutra, he untied my hands and told me to lay on my stomach at the edge of the bed.
So I laid there with my ass in the air waiting for his dick and I got exactly what I wanted. He preceded to fuck me into oblivion. His dick hit my pussy like a jackhammer, as he slammed my hip onto his. “Do you like that fat dick" he said as he pulled my hair in the best way. This was pain and pleasure. "Fuck me with that big dick Daddy" I yelled at the top of my lungs. My legs grew weak. My hands were full of his sheets. I laid face down on his comforter and was hypnotized by his scent infused in the fabric. His large hands grabbed my hips and ass and pulled me back every time I tried to run. I took him until my legs couldn’t support me anymore. He pulled his cum covered dick out of me. It glistened from my juices. It looked so amazing that I had to taste it.
What was I doing? I have never tasted myself before and after I tried it I don’t know why. My pussy juices tasted amazing off of his chocolate dick. I jacked his dick while I moved my mouth up and down on his shaft. His moans encouraged me to go harder. I licked up and down the base of his shaft, which sent chills through him. I sucked his dick like my life depended on it. He was like putty in my hands amd my mouth actually. “You’re gonna make me cum" he said with a weakened voice. “Not yet young man" I told him with complete authority. “Now sit your ass on bed and let Ms. Jackson ride you." “Yes ma’am."
He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. His dick was all the way inside of me. I began to rock my hips on his dick like it was a workout machine. I’m so glad that I started going to the gym when he left. We held each other tight as I rode him. His dick knocked on the door to my soul. My nails left trails on his back, while his tongue did the same on my neck.
"You like how I ride that dick baby?"
"Yes, bounce in this dick."
"Are you going to cum for me?"
" Yes ma’am, I’m almost there Ms. Jackson."
"I love it when you call me that"
"Oh my God, you’re trying to make me cum"
"I’m ready for you. Ahh I’m about to cum too!"
"Ms Jackson I’m bout to cum. Here it is."
As with both came together he finally knocked down the wall to my soul. It felt like he took his time there and searched my inner most parts. This was more than an orgasm, this shook my very spirit. I woke up the next morning with his smiling face over me.
"How did you sleep?" he asked.
"Better than ever before" I replied.
He had had made me a breakfast of a fritatta and fresh squeezed orange juice. It tasted like heaven. Damn, this dude can cook. As I was about to compliment him on his dish I noticed that he had bent over. I thought he had just dropped something, until i saw the shimmer of a diamond looking at me.
"Andrea Jackson, I knew I Loved you since i was ten years old and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
I sat there dumbfounded for a minute and finally I said….
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