Horny daren loves to bang onyx all holes
Do you recall the bitter taste of the tears you cried the first time you had your heart broken? And I’m not talking about a simple crush, that you could easily move past. I’m speaking of the tears provoked from a heartbreak based on ultimate betrayal. Those are the tears that leave a taste for sheer and utter contempt in your heart, causing you to do things, unhealthy things, things that most would deem toxic, but I on the other hand call, justified.
Now that I’m in my late twenties, standing in the enormous walk-in closet of my beautiful four-bedroom home, I don’t feel any qualms about all the money I’ve earned from outmaneuvering trifling ass men, just like the one that broke my heart.
I stepped out of the silver stilettos that I had worn for the evening and placed them back in their home. The slot is right next to a pair of shiny gold stilettos that were my absolute favorite. I remembered getting those when I went to Sicily with Gianni. He was this super sexy-ass Italian man that owned several businesses, from casinos to restaurants. He had a thing for Black girls, even though his wife was just as Italian as he was.
He took me shopping in Sicily and those gold stilettos cost nearly $600.00, but that was a drop in a bucket for him. He loved to spend money on me and I didn’t mind. Things got tricky for us though ... he started to read too much into our relationship.
One night after I fucked his brains out, he started talking about leaving his wife. I said to him, looking into his pretty blue eyes, “Why would you do that?”
He quickly responded, “So we can be together.” He started kissing my neck. I quickly got out of the bed and put my clothes on. He stood up, his penis hanging between his legs, “You don’t want this?” He asked as if he was hurt.
I shook my head. I was completely numb to the idea of love and relationships. Plus, how could I take him seriously when I was one of the side chicks that he enjoyed fucking because his wife was boring in bed. I had a complete understanding of what I was and what we were to each other. I didn’t get why he wanted to switch things up. “Gianni, stay with your wife and kids. No one will take you seriously if you leave your wife.”
He chewed on what I had said, even though it was hard to digest, he realized that what I said was true. He had this beautiful olive skin tone and he was a sexy ass man. He kissed my neck and started removing my dress, “Don’t leave just yet.”
His fingers touched my clit and he moved in circles, “I get it. I just don’t want us to end.” I smiled as I watched him go down and taste me. I ran my fingers through his jet-black hair and enjoyed the way licked me while slipping his fingers in.
On September 5th, a Saturday morning, I went for my run along the Hillsborough River. It was early, so the sun wasn’t as disrespectful and I enjoyed the breeze as it danced across my skin, while my feet struck the pavement in my running New Balance that matched the cute workout tights and sports bra.
My earbuds were in and I had my playlist going, providing me the necessary groves to get through the three miles I planned to do. At the end of my route, I decided to stroll to allow my heart rate to resume normal levels.
I received a notification from Mr. Wilkes, “Last night was amazing. I would love to see you again.”
I smiled. He was a nice-looking man, a teddy bear, tall and big, like an offensive lineman. When I walked into that fancy restaurant and saw him standing in the foyer looking like tall glass yum yum, I started throbbing below. I knew he was going to present a challenge.
His deep bass voice sounded in my ear as he spoke, “Hi, Darren, you must be Onyx.” He said as he checked me out in that silver dress that showed off my shoulders and my legs, he bit his lip and smiled.
“Yes, I’m Onyx,” I replied as I watched him kiss the top of my hand. He had soft lips. I could see the waves in his hair when he leaned down to kiss my hand. He looked up into my eyes, “Shall we?” I nodded and he showed me to a table in a secluded spot away from the main area.
We sat and talked while eating appetizers of crab cakes and drinking red wine. He was full of the spirit and I’m not talking about the Holy Ghost, because I felt his big strong hand on my inner thigh. He leaned in and kissed my neck, as he found my spot. I grinned, “Are you ready?” I asked.
“I got us a nice hotel, not far from here.” He replied. I placed my lips on his. “I’ll see you there in a few.” I rose from the table and left.
Later, I met him at this upscale hotel, where rooms were upwards of $400.00 a night. We were in his suite, me in his lap with all that thickness inside of me. I took it like a champ. He was impressed with how rode him, “Damn baby, shit is so good.” He exclaimed before lifting me in the air and bouncing me on his penis.
I laughed as I thought about it. Could I handle him two nights in a row? I was about to respond when I heard this voice, “What has you over here smiling like that?”
Now, from behind. I’m a very shapely woman. And oftentimes, when men would get a view of me standing somewhere, they’d approach to shoot their shot, but when I’d turn and they’d see my condition, suddenly, many of them would lose interest.
And I never considered myself ugly. I knew that it was because I was different than the norm and sometimes when people are used to the norm, different can seem extreme. So, naturally, in my head, I thought, here we go again. I turned and I waited for the usual reaction, but he simply smiled, with those beautiful full peach-colored lips.
I squinted my eyes for a second, trying to figure out his angle. He smiled, “So, what has such a pretty lady so happy on a Saturday morning. I’m hoping to attract some of that sunshine.”
He had this pretty pecan color, tall and athletic build, wearing workout gear, calves bulging, and this pretty bald head. I nodded and showed him my cellphone. Now, of course, I didn’t show him that text message. I showed him a meme that my cousin Iyanna had sent me.
Now that I’m in my late twenties, standing in the enormous walk-in closet of my beautiful four-bedroom home, I don’t feel any qualms about all the money I’ve earned from outmaneuvering trifling ass men, just like the one that broke my heart.
I stepped out of the silver stilettos that I had worn for the evening and placed them back in their home. The slot is right next to a pair of shiny gold stilettos that were my absolute favorite. I remembered getting those when I went to Sicily with Gianni. He was this super sexy-ass Italian man that owned several businesses, from casinos to restaurants. He had a thing for Black girls, even though his wife was just as Italian as he was.
He took me shopping in Sicily and those gold stilettos cost nearly $600.00, but that was a drop in a bucket for him. He loved to spend money on me and I didn’t mind. Things got tricky for us though ... he started to read too much into our relationship.
One night after I fucked his brains out, he started talking about leaving his wife. I said to him, looking into his pretty blue eyes, “Why would you do that?”
He quickly responded, “So we can be together.” He started kissing my neck. I quickly got out of the bed and put my clothes on. He stood up, his penis hanging between his legs, “You don’t want this?” He asked as if he was hurt.
I shook my head. I was completely numb to the idea of love and relationships. Plus, how could I take him seriously when I was one of the side chicks that he enjoyed fucking because his wife was boring in bed. I had a complete understanding of what I was and what we were to each other. I didn’t get why he wanted to switch things up. “Gianni, stay with your wife and kids. No one will take you seriously if you leave your wife.”
He chewed on what I had said, even though it was hard to digest, he realized that what I said was true. He had this beautiful olive skin tone and he was a sexy ass man. He kissed my neck and started removing my dress, “Don’t leave just yet.”
His fingers touched my clit and he moved in circles, “I get it. I just don’t want us to end.” I smiled as I watched him go down and taste me. I ran my fingers through his jet-black hair and enjoyed the way licked me while slipping his fingers in.
On September 5th, a Saturday morning, I went for my run along the Hillsborough River. It was early, so the sun wasn’t as disrespectful and I enjoyed the breeze as it danced across my skin, while my feet struck the pavement in my running New Balance that matched the cute workout tights and sports bra.
My earbuds were in and I had my playlist going, providing me the necessary groves to get through the three miles I planned to do. At the end of my route, I decided to stroll to allow my heart rate to resume normal levels.
I received a notification from Mr. Wilkes, “Last night was amazing. I would love to see you again.”
I smiled. He was a nice-looking man, a teddy bear, tall and big, like an offensive lineman. When I walked into that fancy restaurant and saw him standing in the foyer looking like tall glass yum yum, I started throbbing below. I knew he was going to present a challenge.
His deep bass voice sounded in my ear as he spoke, “Hi, Darren, you must be Onyx.” He said as he checked me out in that silver dress that showed off my shoulders and my legs, he bit his lip and smiled.
“Yes, I’m Onyx,” I replied as I watched him kiss the top of my hand. He had soft lips. I could see the waves in his hair when he leaned down to kiss my hand. He looked up into my eyes, “Shall we?” I nodded and he showed me to a table in a secluded spot away from the main area.
We sat and talked while eating appetizers of crab cakes and drinking red wine. He was full of the spirit and I’m not talking about the Holy Ghost, because I felt his big strong hand on my inner thigh. He leaned in and kissed my neck, as he found my spot. I grinned, “Are you ready?” I asked.
“I got us a nice hotel, not far from here.” He replied. I placed my lips on his. “I’ll see you there in a few.” I rose from the table and left.
Later, I met him at this upscale hotel, where rooms were upwards of $400.00 a night. We were in his suite, me in his lap with all that thickness inside of me. I took it like a champ. He was impressed with how rode him, “Damn baby, shit is so good.” He exclaimed before lifting me in the air and bouncing me on his penis.
I laughed as I thought about it. Could I handle him two nights in a row? I was about to respond when I heard this voice, “What has you over here smiling like that?”
Now, from behind. I’m a very shapely woman. And oftentimes, when men would get a view of me standing somewhere, they’d approach to shoot their shot, but when I’d turn and they’d see my condition, suddenly, many of them would lose interest.
And I never considered myself ugly. I knew that it was because I was different than the norm and sometimes when people are used to the norm, different can seem extreme. So, naturally, in my head, I thought, here we go again. I turned and I waited for the usual reaction, but he simply smiled, with those beautiful full peach-colored lips.
I squinted my eyes for a second, trying to figure out his angle. He smiled, “So, what has such a pretty lady so happy on a Saturday morning. I’m hoping to attract some of that sunshine.”
He had this pretty pecan color, tall and athletic build, wearing workout gear, calves bulging, and this pretty bald head. I nodded and showed him my cellphone. Now, of course, I didn’t show him that text message. I showed him a meme that my cousin Iyanna had sent me.