I exhale slowly, the smoke curling around my face as I lean back, my fingers tracing the edge of my tank top. The room is dim, the only light coming from the faint glow of the bedside lamp. He’s there, below me, his eyes locked on mine, a mix of desire and curiosity playing across his features. I can feel the weight of his gaze, the anticipation building in the air between us. It’s a familiar dance, one we’ve performed many times before, but tonight feels different. Tonight, I’m the one in control, the one setting the pace. And I’m loving every second of it.
Confession: The Second Guy
The text on the screen catches my eye, a reminder of the thrill that awaits. ‘Don’t you think our sex life is so much better when you’re the second guy to cum inside me?’ It’s a question that sends a shiver down my spine, a promise of pleasure and power. I know what he wants, what he needs, and I’m going to give it to him. I’m going to make him beg for it, make him earn it. And then, when he’s on the edge, I’ll let him have it all. The thought makes me smile, a slow, seductive curve of my lips. I take another drag, the smoke filling my lungs, and I know that tonight is going to be unforgettable.
What would make our sex life even better is if you went off birth control the had unprotected sex with your black lover while you were ovulating. I would love watching your belly swell up with a black baby inside.
Sloppy seconds are the best.