you always seem to be reading whenever, I visit you. You are so wicked!” Julian, sighed and rub his hands, up and down the nape of Christine’s neck, she moaned in pleasure and pulled him towards her for a passionate kiss. He returned her kiss with equal intensity. He rubbed between her legs and found, she was moist and ready for him. His, trailed kisses her from her lips, down her belly, found her pleasure chest and feasted on her. After few minutes of mind numbing pleasure. Christine felt as if she would truly loose her mind, as the emotions that she felt, were so intense, she felt as she was floating skywards, all she could do from, moaning too loud from her orgasm is to bite her tongue and gave soft little whimpers instead. She returned the loving Julian, gave her. Trailed kisses along his entire body, lingering at his penis and gave him pleasure he never knew. “Ahh, O God Christine, I love you, please, please don’t stop. I am coming...Oh God, I love you so much..now..” After they finished pleasuring each other they laid satisfied in front of the roaring fire, which paled in comparison to the fire and passion they were both feeling. “Its, so nice to lay here and cuddle after making love. Julian, you get so much better each time.” She thought, God so much pleasure, I won’t pee straight for days. “You are right, it is so much better than making love at the side of a damn barn.” “That is one of your pet peeves, isn’t it?” “Yep, I am one of the few men alive, who likes to cuddle and talk after making love. Daniel and the others, look at me as if I am crazy when I tell them that. Just fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, is their philosophy.” “That is why I love you, you are so different, than other men.” “Maybe, because, I have been raised, by strong Negro women, who always taught me. Women are to be loved and cherished. I love women and feel they are unique.” “Jules, I have something to share with you. I am so scared you may not love me anymore, after I tell you this.” Julian, sighed and scooted over to Christine and kissed her softly. “I can never stop loving you, I can only love you more not less.” “I love you, you know that right? I just hope---.” “Chris, what’s the matter, please tell me what is troubling you.”
“Julian, you ever wondered why I look the way I do? I mean my skin tone, full lips and a
nice bum.” “I never, wondered about that, all I know you are the most beautiful woman on earth.” “You always know what to say. Jules. I fear I am not fully white.” A look of confusion, flashed across his face. “Not fully white, how is that possible? You look white, blue eyes, straight nose, I don’t understand.” “Remember, I told you, Jim is not my real father? My real father was Italian and Negro. He looked white though, momma
never knew, until after she fell in love with him. His poppa, my grandfather was Italian, who kept one of his slaves as his mistress.” “Christine, I never knew. How long have you known?” “Momma, told me when she visited me at school, I was about fourteen then, I was in shock for weeks, she told me as she felt, it was time I knew.” “Do you remember you poppa at all?” “Barely, I was so young when he died. I remember he usually hoist me above his shoulders whenever he came from work. He and momma were always kissing, they really must have loved each other.” “I never got to know my father or mother. I sometimes daydream about being free and growing up as a child with both of them around. I dislike my father for selling me, when that evil woman begged him to take
her back. I just wish....” He felt as if his insides were churning inside out, whenever he spoke of his spineless father. Julian rested his head on Christine’s chest and felt her love for him literally oozing from her breast. I feel so connected with Christine, I wonder if she is my soul mate. “Julian, I know what you wished, happened you wanted your poppa
“Julian, you ever wondered why I look the way I do? I mean my skin tone, full lips and a
nice bum.” “I never, wondered about that, all I know you are the most beautiful woman on earth.” “You always know what to say. Jules. I fear I am not fully white.” A look of confusion, flashed across his face. “Not fully white, how is that possible? You look white, blue eyes, straight nose, I don’t understand.” “Remember, I told you, Jim is not my real father? My real father was Italian and Negro. He looked white though, momma
never knew, until after she fell in love with him. His poppa, my grandfather was Italian, who kept one of his slaves as his mistress.” “Christine, I never knew. How long have you known?” “Momma, told me when she visited me at school, I was about fourteen then, I was in shock for weeks, she told me as she felt, it was time I knew.” “Do you remember you poppa at all?” “Barely, I was so young when he died. I remember he usually hoist me above his shoulders whenever he came from work. He and momma were always kissing, they really must have loved each other.” “I never got to know my father or mother. I sometimes daydream about being free and growing up as a child with both of them around. I dislike my father for selling me, when that evil woman begged him to take
her back. I just wish....” He felt as if his insides were churning inside out, whenever he spoke of his spineless father. Julian rested his head on Christine’s chest and felt her love for him literally oozing from her breast. I feel so connected with Christine, I wonder if she is my soul mate. “Julian, I know what you wished, happened you wanted your poppa
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