Black Man and White Woman in Love

- INTERRACIAL LOVE, IT'S SEXY

WHITE WOMAN THOUGHTS:

There was nothing I wanted more than to see my neighbor. Every morning I looked at him, or rather no, I admired him. Given that he was the most handsome man in the world in my opinion, it was impossible for me to be bored by the sight of his large, very muscular body, his black and radiant skin at the same time, his pretty finely trimmed beard.... Nothing made me want more than kissing him everywhere, all the time.

Despite the fact that I was thought to be pretty, I only felt good in front of or with a Black man. Something about them, or rather so many things, makes them much more attractive to me, superior in their natural strength and musculature of course, but there are also those big lips that you die of kissing, that charisma, this joie de vivre,...

However, I was too shy to talk to him. Each time I admired him from my room, and I had fallen madly in love with him since I had seen him move in across from my house. For fear of becoming psychopathic and totally obsessed with him - but what white woman wouldn't have been? - I began to despair of one day being able to dare to approach him. I didn't know I was going to have the chance one day....

BLACK MAN THOUGHTS

I felt so lucky to have the most perfect vision in front of my apartment: a pretty white woman in her twenties, whom I hoped was about the same age as mine, and who had long blonde hair She has long blond hair that I want to feel, caress and kiss. And then, a thin waist that contrasts with my muscular body, and this pair of breasts that I want to kiss so much, that she puts her breasts on me. For now, I just watch her in lingerie from my window, but I lower the curtains so she doesn't see me looking at her. I don't want her to think I'm watching her. I would like to seduce this woman because white women attract me, but I have to wait for the right moment so as not to rush her..

A FEW DAYS LATER :

WHITE WOMAN THOUGHTS:

I'm in the street reading a book without looking where I'm walking, when suddenly I bump into something, or rather someone!! I hurt my ankle falling! My book falls to the floor and I bend down to pick it up when a large black male hand touches my book along with me.

I look up and my heart explodes with happiness seeing the perfection in front of me. This is the gorgeous Black man I'm secretly madly in love with! I'm so ashamed, I look like an idiot!

WHITE WOMAN: "I'm sincerely sorry, I don't know why I wasn't watching where I was going and I...."

BLACK MAN: "No it's my fault, I was looking at my phone! I'm so sorry for hurting such a pretty woman."

I blushed with pleasure when I heard the man of my dreams say that he finds me pretty. The Black man noticed this and was touched to see that his compliment, which had escaped him, had had apositive effect.

I get up but find that my ankle is broken, that I can't walk. Immediately, the Black man proposes to carry me to a restaurant so that we ask for ice cream to calm the pain while we call an ambulance if the pain persists.

Arrived in the restaurant held like a princess in the arms of her prince charming, I see the look of all the Whites in this room who are jealous that I am with such a tall and muscular Black male. We sit down and the Black man puts my leg on his muscular thigh. I feel so lucky to have come across a man who knows what to do, protects me and watches over me. A White waiter brings ice cream and the Black man puts it on my ankle. The pain fades as we speak.

We talk and learns to know each others. I like laughing with him and looking at his face.. BLACK MAN THOUGHTS: As the white woman and I talk, I fall more and more in love with her. It does not seem strange to me to fall in love with a stranger, she is so beautiful but also funny and intelligent. She listens to me and looks at me with great admiration. I think we complement each other well, in addition to the attraction we seem to feel for each other. The pain in her ankle having gone, I offered to take her home. We promise to meet again. The tension between us is so strong. I have such an urge to kiss her ass or kiss her mouth, but I hold myself back.

WHITE WOMAN THOUGHTS: The days pass, we see each other frequently. When I'm with him, the world around me doesn't exist. When I am separated from him, I only think of one thing: him. We laugh, have a good time and he seduces me. But I know I'll only be happy when I have his mouth against mine and his cock inside me.

After two weeks, it is impossible for me to be silent any longer.

We are in a park, I take his hand.

WHITE WOMAN: "I love spending time with you, but I have to tell you. I'm in love with you. I love everything about you, your beauty, your strength, your smile, but above all your courage and your kindness. You know what you want, you take charge and I feel protected and in tune with you. No one has ever made me feel like this before you. I love you."

BLACK MAN: "Wow me too I love your intelligence, your beauty, I want you to be mine and I will always be there to watch over you. I love you."

Then the happiest day of my life arrives: we kiss.. BLACK MAN THOUGHTS: I approach my lips to hers, I don't take her by the waist and we kiss. Our tongues are mixed and I am the happiest of men. Her thin pink lips on my big black lips give me an erection, and she puts her delicate hand on my crotch to stroke my big black cock. I know she wants it, just like any white person. But I only want her. I like her more than anything.

The kiss lasts several minutes, and I look at her with emotion. Her soft skin, her smell, her desire to please me, everything excites me about her.

Then we go home to do what we wanted from the start: fuck together. But this time, we're going to have even more fun because we love each other.

I would never let anyone near my property, my beloved white wife, the love of my life!

END OF THE STORY

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