Livia Personal Post 2

The divorce left me in a weird place. I struggled to find a distraction that would let my mind play. Late into a calm night, I found myself in random chats online. Strangers filled my mind with fantasy taking me far away from reality. I played into their fantasy as they gave my ego a stroke. After spending a couple of nights in the chat room, I met someone.
A charming man kept me in a chat for hours, talking about me. I felt good about our connection and his words to me made sugar much sweeter. My curiosity overwhelmed me and I had to meet this handsome man. When I met him, a picture was an insult to what I saw before my eyes. Tall, dark, and a physique that I could climb on. Names never passed over our lips as we became embraced immediately. His shirt to the floor and my bra lost among wicked clothes I knew what I wanted. My body gave into the sheets as he spread my thighs.


A long tongue fucked my pussy, sending me into a climatic shock. He gripped my ass tight as he went in deep like a diver. I held to his head, moaning with no control. In what I can call an experience unknown, I began to tremble as he sucked on my clit. I didn’t know what would happen next but I knew that I never wanted it to end. He sat back then rubbed my wet pussy with his fingers. The throbbing within me intensified and he slowly slid his cock into me. He made love to me and fucked me at the same time. His long fat dick rubbed against my clit making me moan even louder. I felt good in his bad world and I didn’t have a problem with, being a bad girl. We fucked all night and then he was gone from my eyes. I have never seen him again after that. I cut off communication in order to get back to my reality. However, I think about this moment often.

Spotlight: Black Erotica

The bookshelf has plenty of erotica that caters to a certain audience. Today the audience is diverse yet there is very little light on black erotica authors. I want to challenge all my readers to explore more than just what makes them comfortable. Being with a black man or woman may just be a fantasy to some but we are more than that. We have dreams, passions, and desires that are open for exploration. Sometimes people read erotica to put fuel into their own relationship. There is always more than one way to make love, fuck, and cum. How can you know your sex style if you never take a look at how other people make love? Put away whats familiar and discover something different today.

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