Black Bamboo in Negril: An Older Woman Meets a Young Jamaican Man on Her Romance Holiday

By LissyBergman

The funny thing about A strikingly handsome young black man, he had wide shoulders, a V-tapered torso down to a small waist, a high, prominent tight ass, sculpted legs, and long beautiful dreadlocks. He also had a history of providing intense, life-changing sexual encounters for the many foreign women who holidayed in Negril. Clinton was, like the jungles that surrounded us, heart-skippingly sexy and carried a similar threat. If you get lost, you're dead. I was helpless and probably hopeless.traveling alone to Negril is that none of your stories begin with “I”, they're all “we” stories. You always meet people.

Clinton was one of those people. I met him at a beach bar. The beach is the first place anyone goes when they arrive in Negril. Clinton’s lifestyle was inevitable. It came naturally from a combination of his hard physique along with his tremendous sexual appetite and skills, and his poor background. At the age of twenty-two, he was already 6’ 1” and 200 pounds.

An adventure with strong interracial themes, black magic and one big, beautiful black bamboo.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phoenix Rising Publishing
• Release date: Jun 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370985371

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Black Bamboo in Negril

Interracial BBC Erotica

LISSY BERGMAN

Copyright © 2015 Lissy Bergman

WARNING: This book contains content that is not suitable for readers under 17 or those easily offended by interracial relationships with strong sexual content and language.

We should start at the beginning, which is always a good place to start, don’t you agree? It was the first time that I had been on holiday alone, since I got married. My first trip to Jamaica was just after I’d graduated with a degree in Caribbean Studies from a reputable, but unexceptional school on the West Coast of The United States.

In celebration of my freedom I did two things, I ended my long-term relationship with my college sweetheart and I went travelling through the Caribbean. Now, twenty years later I needed to go back, I needed to experience freedom again.

Neither of these things are exceptional, thousands of women make the same choices when they reach the point I was at. Ben, my husband was fairly understanding.

I know why. He said sadly, laying a hand on the side of my face. When you're finished tasting freedom, I'll probably still be here. He looked up, half-smiling. "Probably, I’m not promising anything."

The entire island of Jamaica is gorgeous but Negril, in the western tip is the best spot. The beaches, the jungle, the local men, it’s all incredible. Negril is to woman, as Pattaya in Thailand is to men.

It’s beautiful, it’s tropical, it's cheap, and it's firmly on the map as a romance destination for women. I loved it, I absolutely loved it, and really, it is the beginning. The funny thing about traveling alone to Negril is that none of your stories begin with I, they’re all we stories.

You always meet people. Clinton was one of those people. I met him at a beach bar. The beach is the first place anyone goes when they arrive in Negril.

How can I help you? I turned, to see a young local man standing behind the bar looking pointedly at my empty table. A red stripe, please.

And, then, Where you from, beautiful?

The United States. I replied.