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Jamaican Vacation

For Helen– Her trip to Jamaica was more fun than she thought possible. Sometimes you just have to give in to being naughty to have real fun.

Another cover pic.

I was trying to make a cover picture for an erotic story. Never did get a really good feeling about how it should
look.

I am often asked what I wish for most in a relationship, most men think it is sex I crave but women understand that it is “partnership”. Partnership comes in all sorts of forms, some with sex, some without. It is knowing that you have someone you can turn to when you are happy or sad, or just want to rant or chat. That is what I want… the sex is just something fun, something that brings us pleasure but not necessarily closer.

I know that size does not matter, skill and passion mean more. But there is something about a big cock, one that fills you and has you gasping as he rides you.

His name was Jon… or at least I think it was. He was someone I met and lost in the flurry of passion and regret that comes with being on the “rebound” from a lover I really cared about. He was not what I expected, but I was probably just what he wanted… a lonely white woman with a willingness to give her body to his desires. He was not handsome but he was skilled as a lover. He gave me pleasure and I gave him the passion that comes from coupling with a stranger, an abandon that you can only have knowing that there will be no tomorrow for both of you. I left his bed before midnight, my body aching from his love making but my heart sad with the love I was missing.

I was running late again for work and had my husband dropped me off. My boss is a nice guy but he is a stickler for people being on time. My heart stopped when we pulled up and he was standing at the door. His handsome black face usually had a smile on it but I could see him frowning and I knew I was going to get a lecture about being late. Blowing hubby a kiss, I scampered out of the car and dashed into the office. I almost made it to my desk when my boss asked me to come into his office. Instead of a lecture, he took out brochure for a resort hotel and asked me if I would like to spend a few days with him on the beach. At first I laughed, I assumed he was joking but he was very serious.

“But I am married,” I told him.
“I know,” he replied, “But you know I find you very sexy and I know you have dated black men in the past. Thought I would test out that ‘Once you go black, you never go back’ theory.”
“Well, that is just BS,” I said, “And besides, what did you think my husband would say?”
“This is just another business trip for me,” he said grinning, “And as far as he would know, it would be for you too. Tell him that there is a big bonus in it for you too.”

I just got back and there certainly was.

What if Marylin Monroe had married Jackie Robinson instead?