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face with an affectionate hand. He
    kissed my fingers and then pecked me on the forehead like I was
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    his little sister and gently pushed my shoulders.
    “ Get some sleep Shouty, I’ll wake you in the morning,” he
    said, as he smiled displaying that dimple. Just as he was about to
    turn away, I flung my arms around him, lassoing his neck, kissing
    him fully. At first he did not respond. So I kissed him with every-
    thing I had. I grinded my torso against his manhood and then I
    felt him respond as his hands went under my nightie palming my
    ass. The fire was ignited. The torrid passion of flames roared. His
    lips found their way to my neck as his hands pulled my gown
    down exposing my breasts. My nipples were erect. He squeezed
    and sucked them greedily. I moaned. I could feel his stiff erection
    running down my thigh. His lips and tongue trailed my flesh,
    licking me like I was sweet molasses. I was moist and getting wet-
    ter with every touch. Then something panged in me. This was not
    right. Through the fog of alcohol and fervid lust, clarity began to
    crystallize.
    This is not right! What am I doing? What am I doing?
    I
    thought to myself, finally I shouted, “Stop!” I placed my hand on
    his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he just kept pulling
    on my panties, tugging.
    “ No, please!” I begged. It was as if I awakened something dor-
    mant in this man. Something bestial. He was not listening to me.
    He had my panties around my thighs and then pushed me against
    the dresser, pinning me there. I felt my panties being torn. There
    is a name for this and I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
    In one quick motion he slid out of his pants. His erection was
    enormous and crooked, leaning to one side. It felt like he carried
    me on it as I was being picked up and taken to the bed.
    “ No,” I whimpered, but even to me it sounded like “yes” and
    I wasn’t putting up much of a fight. Even as he climbed in between
    my legs placing on a condom, my futile resistance seemed to only
    excite and arouse him more. “Noooo …” My words were silenced
    with his kisses. He was in between my legs and his touch was as
    gentle as a feather. I was still saying “no” as he entered me slowly.
    The pain was excruciating. I never knew that hurt could feel so
    good.
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    “ Hope,” he called my name like I was his goddess. With that,
    my legs spread and invited him into my kingdom–open sesame.
    “ Hope, I just want to make love to you.” His words a murmur
    against my hot flesh as I moaned out loud in ecstasy. Slow and
    passionate were his loving strokes. He has not entered me fully as
    if to see if my body could withstand the length of his manhood.
    His short strokes were driving me crazy.
    “ Hope, do you like this?” He eased deeper inside of me.
    “ Yes! Yes! Yes!” I lamented praising Jesus, cursing out God as I
    road the ebb and flow of the torrent tide of his skillful lovemak-
    ing. He thrust deeper, testing my womanhood. I felt him going
    where no man had ever gone before, impaling what felt like my
    chest cavity. His strokes, even tempered, like he was measuring
    just how to love my body. As he reached his destination, I felt my
    body shake and shiver in uncontrollable convulsions that sent me
    into fits. I was out of control as Life road my body like I was a wild
    stallion and he was a Black cowboy. I had an orgasm that made me
    scream. The whole time his lovemaking never stopped. He
    devoured my body like lovemaking was an art to be crafted and
    practiced solely on me. Twenty or thirty short strokes and then
    one deep stroke. Ten short strokes and then one painfully deep
    long one, and still he was not even halfway inside of me. I reached
    another orgasm with one of his deep stroke maneuvers as my fin-
    gers clawed his back. He spread my legs wider grabbing my ass,
    pushing deeper inside of me causing the throes of desire to
    explode. Showing me yet another facet