Black Nasty (Interracial Romance BWWM)

By Niema Jackson

Good girl Tynice lives a sheltered life in boarding school. Bored with following the rules, she decides to try being bad. When she gets caught with her skirt up by her kinky white teacher Mr. Neil, he gives her much more than just detention!

-All characters are over 18 and fictional-

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sasha Black
• Release date: Jul 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310610639

Niema Jackson

Niema Jackson is a strong, sexy black woman with a taste for white men. Try some of her interracial short stories out and enjoy riding the swirl!

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Black Nasty

(Taboo Interracial Romance BWWM)

by

Niema Jackson


Copyright 2015 Niema Jackson

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Black Nasty (Taboo Interracial Romance BWWM)

Book Design by Niema Jackson

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***All characters are over 18 and fictional.***


I never thought of myself as being a bad girl. I studied hard, pulled in perfect As, and stayed on the straight and narrow. My family laid down the law at a young age. No dating until I was twenty. It felt like growing up cloistered in a medieval convent. Even more crazy, they sent me to a boarding college with insane rules and regulations. Living at school meant constant supervision from teachers. Instead of spending my weekends on innocent dates, I studied calculus and wrote endless essays.

I turned twenty, and somehow I thought things would be different. I had been a legal adult for two years, but I didn’t kid myself. I still lived at school and relied on my parents for everything, including the large tuition bills. Twenty came and went and my mother and father were no closer to letting me live like a normal person than a few years ago.

I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands.

Andrew was a sexy, blue eyed white boy from my science class. After school study groups had brought us close over the years, and could tell he wanted to get closer. I was one of only three black students in my grade, and I could tell Andrew wanted a taste of my chocolate. A kiss in the library stacks began weeks of clandestine meetings, sneaking around in empty classrooms after classes ended or on the rare occasions when we could sneak off campus.

I had no illusions of true love. This was a fling that would end when I went off to college and relative freedom, but here and now, this was everything I wanted. - a taste of youthful normalcy and rebellion, all wrapped up in a handsome blond haired, blue eyed package.

Speaking of package, I had seen Andrew’s for the first time this afternoon. We snuck away from out study group into the empty theater to make out. I was on Andrew’s lap, his lips mashed against mine and his hand under my