Felt like writing a story….

You get back home from a hard, long day at a boring 9-5 job. You enter to the smell of salmon and your favorite pasta cooked by a big, burly, chocolate man whose smile melts all that stress away. You approach him from behind as he’s chopping up a mango for you, your favorite. You take the knofe out of his hands; you need him inside you now.

He lets you take the knife, sensing your intention, your heat. He turns to you and pulls you into a deep, intimate kiss. His tongue knows every part of your mouth; you fight for control, but he takes it back every time. You relent, and let him know you…own your mouth.

Without skipping a beat, he scoops you into his arms and wraps your legs around his waist. Fuck, he’s so strong. You pull away from his lips to catch your breath, and you meet his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, waiting for your next command. He wants to capture your lips again, but he wants you to take what’s yours more. He turns and places you on the counter, next to the cutting board with the mangoes. He feeds you a piece, so juicy and sweet. And another. And one more after that. You feed him a piece and pull his body to yours with your legs. “Strip”, you command. He smiles lightly as his eyes burn bright for you, and he obeys happily.

Tonight is going to be a fun night.

Stay tuned for pt. 2, gotta keep you wanting baby😏