Her First Black Guy: Dark Pleasure

By Emma Jones

"The fireworks started and I have never enjoyed a fireworks display more than I did that night. After the finale we simultaneously rolled toward each other and kissed. This was our first real kiss and I can still remember how velvety soft his lips were and his tongue felt so good as he teased my lips and we played tongue tag in our mouths.

I put both of my hands on his head to fully open my body to him and returned his kisses with a passion that I did not know was in me."

Find out what happens next in the full eBook.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Jones
• Release date: Jan 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005680916

Emma Jones

I am a freelance erotic writer who loves writing stories under various genres of erotica

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Her First Black Guy: Dark Pleasure

By Emma Jones

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Contents

Chapter 1: The Visit to Washington

Chapter 2: Intense Night of Sex

Chapter 3: She Gets Shared

Chapter 4: His Visit

Chapter 5: Visiting DC Again

Chapter 6: Florida

Chapter 1: The Visit to Washington

First let me introduce myself to you. I am Sally and I am white. Last fall I passed my 30th year and I don't think I have fully experienced life to this point. I am not a virgin and am sexually active when I want to be. In fact, I love sex. I have never been married but have had several really deep and meaningful relationships. I have a body which I see as designed for sex. I am 5'8" tall; long legs; have generous, sensitive, size DD breasts; have a flat tummy and a trimmed love mound; I primarily enjoy vaginal sex and love the feeling I get after morning sex when a man's cum moves around inside me as the day goes on and my co-workers and students don't know why I am always smiling. I do anal sex when I really want a man inside of me but don't have my diaphragm handy. I do not like the feel of latex covered cocks inside my vagina and would rather go bareback, unprotected rather than have a condom in me.

I have been teaching elementary school since I graduated from college and, in the process of expanding my dimensions, enrolled in a weekend MBA program designed for working people. We only met two weekends a month (Friday night and Saturday) with our instructors and have projects and assignments to complete between sessions. But, that is another adventure I will have to tell you about.

I graduated with my MBA this spring and am anxious to explore my possibilities.

As soon as school was out for the summer I closed up my condo and packed my new red car with clothing and my essentials. I have included my diaphragm just in case I get lucky. My roommate from college lives in the DC area with her husband and they have invited me to stay with them while I do my job search. I have never been to DC and I want to explore the job possibilities in that area now that I have my new MBA in my hand.

I had never met my ex-roomies husband so you may understand my surprise when my very petite friend, who had only dated white men in college, and this big black man met me at their apartment door. They are both musicians and had created a mutual bond which resulted in marriage.

They were living in a one bedroom apartment so naturally the not too comfortable couch in the living room was my designated bed. It was quite a cozy arrangement but not always convenient for any of us.

One Wednesday night they invited one of their musician friends over to