Black Sexxx Um Umm Good!He looks into her eyes with a glare of passion. She gives him a look of submissive content. They come close into an embrace as if this would be their last. Their lips touch ever so gently. Soft moist exchange of lust unbridled. His tongue in her mouth and her tongue in his, nibbling on her bottom lip as his arms wrap her body. His hand slowly palms her butt, squeezing it and pulling her closer to his manhood. He becomes more aroused and begins to undress her, and she undresses him. All natural, they continue to intertwine tongues, arms, legs and their souls. The smell of her nectar tells of her readiness. Hearts racing, bodies sweating, blood rushing; they become one.
Man, I can’t believe I just wrote that!
This is the closest expression of physical love a man and a woman can experience. You can’t become any closer to another human being than when you are having sex. That being said, the term casual sex is an oxymoron. How did we allow something so beautiful to become so debased? Most of us look at sex as pure self-gratification. We’ve lost the pure purpose of sex of making our mates feel good. We love him or her so much that we want to be the closest two humans can be. We want to bring our mates physical pleasure at its natural best. Oh yeah, we can make babies too.
African American erotica has many faces. At one time this was our only form of physical pleasure, and we held on to it for dear life. We have a natural rhythm about us that has been proven time and time again. And it can be manifest in our lovemaking. Some may see my next statement as racial, prejudiced or just plain stupid, but when it comes to physical things, very few things challenge us. Football, basketball, boxing etc—and sex is no exception. This has also become a curse for us. (Read more HERE.)
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