As her breathing began to speed up, I continued to tease her tongue slowly and deliberately, all the while holding her firmly in my arms.We finally st...pped kissing and she was shaking. She said she had never kissed a Black man before and she was so turned on, she didn't know what to do. She sat down on the bed and I sat back down in the chair. I stared deeply in her eyes and we began to talk about life and all sorts of things to ease my nerves more. While the kiss was magical, I was still. We’re on the last day of January 2013 as I type this here tale. It’s an unusually warm day in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I’m just a guy trying to get by. The name is Stephen Georges Saint-Luc, and I moved to Canada’s Capital three years ago from my homeland of Haiti, deep in the Caribbean. The life of a Black man in North America is seldom easy, but damn, sometimes I feel like the unluckiest S.O.B. on the planet. For three years now, the only way I’ve been able to take care of. Despite being a man of science, he believed in the power of the curse and resolved to lock away the diamond for all time. He designed a special vault to hold it, one he said would contain its evil powers. The vault was grander even than the one he built for the new King of Zentara, and was designed to be the corner stone of his house so that should it ever open, the whole building would collapse. The Moon disappears from history for a century. Fistandewel died without ever revealing the secret. He removed my nightie and bra and sucked my nipples. I laid on top of him and he told me to pee on his body. I peed on his body and sat on the toilet seat to shit. He was playing with my boobs. Soon I was done and it was his turn. His cock was fully erect and he removed his underwear. He sat on the toilet seat and I sucked his cock. He even peed on my boobs.We then bathed together. I once again kissed his whole body. We applied soap on each other’s private parts and ended up having sex again in.