We are a decade apart in the soul there is a level that never changes that is desire. The desire of lust and pleasure and I must. Tell you that 45 is the age of my cellar oldest wine. 45 is the number of times you make me cum in my mind. 45 times of adulterated delight. 45 times we kissed in the land of dreams and 45 times I denied these fantasies of mine. 45 times of you and I 45 minutes to midnight. Can we just make it a late morning I don’t have to leave for work til 7:45. I can wake up early for 45 minutes of play time. 45 strokes from behind don’t forget to slap these cheeks of mine. 45 times of this is mine. Yes baby, but maybe another time.
About two weeks ago I found myself sitting at a booth at Denny’s with a complete stranger. Well, not totally a stranger but on a date with a guy named Tom. I’m saying to myself; you can’t be serious you just got out of a relationship three months ago. If he is another loser I’m done. I just may consider packing my bags and moving to an Amish town. Do they even accept black people? If not a nun won’t be so bad. At first I don’t even want to look at him. However if I wanted to be a bitch I should have took my ass home after work. So I finally open my eyes and my mouth to get to know this guy who called himself Tom. As we were talking I notice his big brown eyes. He was two inches shorter than me and to top it all off he was the cream in my coffee. The date was going fine except for all the annoying stares. Interracial couple yes, however you don’t really see a white guy with a black beautiful amazon everyday. So its normal for people to stare at things they believe are foreign and not the norm. Being attracted to white guys are my normal. Except the ones I dated before never lead to anything but a few one nightstands because it was just a white man who wanted to fulfill a fantasy or the white guys that want to be black. Ugh, if I wanted a black man I would not be dating you! Tom and I chatted for hours. We have a lot in common even the same views on somethings. Afterwards he walked me to my car. No traditional goodnight kiss. Instead we just stared at each other. So I will see you tomorrow I hope. He asked. Yea if you want. I got in my car and drove away. I got home showered and sprawled out on my comfy bed. My phone begin to ring. It was Tom, I answered only to hear him say, I really like you and I find you very attractive. Thank you I replied. After another hour long conversation I went to bed. Every since that first date I have seen him almost everyday. For the last two weeks. Just to think I was about to give up. I guess there is a man out there for me after all. Tall, vanilla,and handsome. When you are open minded the possibilities are endless.