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of my sexual identity that
    I did not know existed. “Ohmygod!” I moaned in ecstasy. He
    stroked me with a rhythm so intense that our bodies were saturat-
    ed with sweat.
    Over an hour had passed when he grabbed one of my legs and
    held it high in the air asking, “Hope, do you like this?” His raspy
    voice breathed on my erect nipples. Each part of my body that he
    touched, he made love to as if his only mission were to please me.
    I could not talk, I was in another zone. I was about to reach anoth-
    er orgasm, that one was being summoned from somewhere deep
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    within me and caused my head to thrash back and forth. Life was
    driving me up the wall. Then suddenly he stopped … labored
    breathing echoed like two fighters engaged in battle, damn, just as
    I was on the brink of another orgasm.
    Slowly, he eased off of me, his tongue making hot trails on my
    breasts as he pulled out of me. He sucked on my body, loud, with
    slurping sounds that teased and tingled me with ecstasy. Lower
    and lower his hand went. He stuck a finger inside of me, then two,
    which stirred my passion. His tongue traced my navel … my
    pubic area … my thighs. I was pulling my hair out. I had never
    had a man go down on me before.
    “ Ooh shit! What … ah … are you doing?” The timbre of my
    voice broke. He had taken so much from me, yet giving too much.
    His deft tongue molested my clitoris, sucking on it like it was the
    sweetest candy in the world.
    “ Hope, do you like this?” I just nodded my head, and for the
    first time, I tried to scoot toward the headboard, away from him.
    This was the best torture that any woman could endure.
    “ Hope.”
    “ Ye … ye … yessss!”
    “ I’m cheating …” lick, lick, lick, lick, “… it takes a thousand
    strokes to please a Black woman.” With that he spread my lips and
    buried his tongue inside of me. His tongue acted like it had a
    license to seduce me. He drove it down south licking my ass. After
    about another hour of him loving me, I thought I was going to cry
    from ecstasy. I had never been made love to like that before. I
    reached yet another orgasm. We broke the record for the number
    of orgasms I have had in a single night. We changed positions. He
    placed me on my stomach and put pillows underneath me and
    took me from the back. This was the most painful position. It felt
    like he was stretching the elastic out of my stuff. I tried to squirm
    away as his once gentle loving became brutally rough. Over and
    over he thrust deeper and deeper. I cried out in pain. It only
    seemed to increase his lust. He was past the thousand strokes of
    loving me. Finally, his body jerked and shivered, saliva dribbled
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    from his mouth onto my back as he came inside of me. Satisfied,
    he keeled over off me onto the bed, panting, I was exhausted.
    Perspiration glistened off of my body. I was lying in a puddle of
    our love juices too tired to move.
    Predawn had peeked over the starry horizon. Everything
    looked murky, like a mirage. It was hard to tell if I was awake or
    asleep. I was in a sexual daze. I touched myself. My coochie was
    swollen and sore. This man beat it to death. I watched as Life
    removed the torn rubber from his still erect penis. I couldn’t help
    thinking, every woman should try a little thug love in her life.
    Nude, except for the one sock he had on, I watched Life walk
    to the window and close the blinds ending our freak show. He
    came back, sat on the bed, propped his leg up, the one with the
    sock on, and lit a cigarette. He watched me intently as he blew
    smoke right in my direction. I would have given the world just to
    have read his mind. What really goes through a man’s mind after
    a woman gives him her body? Well actually in my case he took it,
    kinda.
    For some reason, I dozed off to sleep thinking about Marcus,
    my fiancé. I was guilt ridden. He was the love of my life, but sex-
    ually, there was no comparison between he and Life.