It was 9:46PM but like I could give a shit. So I went for a walk to the park across the street. The lights spread out a rotten yellow glow against the...swings. I sat at the bottom of the plastic slide, leaning back with my spine rubbing against the tube. Suddenly, I heard the rusted squeak of the swing behind me! I whipped my head so fast around, but no one was there. When I turned back around I found the hoodied man standing under the streetlight. Filled with fear, I instinctively stood up. ‘I. We were sitting side by side on the settee with our glasses of wine after another evening meal. “Why aren’t you sleeping, James?” she asked.I blushed.“I’m dreaming too much, and those dreams are becoming nightmares,” I admitted.“You shouldn’t have nightmares about the statistics examination,” She said.“They’re not about statistics…”“Oh. That sort of dream?”“Yes.”“About me?”I paused. Should I admit that I was visited by a giant succubus version of Chloe?“They are about me, aren’t they?” Chloe. What I couldn't decide was if I felt that way because of what I'd done, or because I was already planning to do it again.Breakfast the next morning was sort of awkward. We were both up a lot earlier than usual, as if we were unconsciously trying to avoid each other. Instead I ended up making unnecessary noise rustling up some bacon and eggs, while she sat at the table in her robe giving a bowl of cereal more attention than it deserved. Finally she spoke up."What now?" Good question." So?". Both Valerie and Michelle stayed the night. Michelle didn’t turn her nose up at sucking off Gale’s juices from Nik’s earlier escapade, as the group snuggled together in a romantic threesome. No harsh words, no racial kinks, just romantic petting, kissing, and slow fucking. The duo couldn’t help but feel happy being with Nik. They got the best of both worlds; a man not afraid to harness their racialized kinks but also a sweet, loving man who took care of them inside and outside the bedroom.Nik.