The month of November has come to the beautiful, storied American South, and for Lady Kia, a feisty young Black woman fortunate enough to have been born under the sign of Scorpio, North Carolina never looked better. It was getting a bit chilly, hence why she didn't feel like leaving her house today. Of course, there was another reason. A certain tall, handsome Black man had come to North Carolina all the way from Ontario, Canada, to show her some much-needed appreciation...
"Black Kings bow down only to Black Queens," Samuel said to Lady Kia as he knelt before her, and the tall, curvaceous, brown-skinned and long-haired, busty African American dominatrix smiled, nodding in approval. To her, it was only fitting that her King acknowledge her power and might, for without her, he would have been dead a long time ago. The world is always out to get the strong Black man, and only the strong Black woman stands between him and an untimely death...
A lot of Black men nowadays chase everything under the sun, from women of other races to their fellow man, and sometimes, both. That's fine, it's alright to experiment and to have preferences. Still, whether a Black man identifies as gay, straight, or bisexual, he cannot escape the simple fact that the world would rather he be dead. The system sees the Black man as a threat due to his strength, his courage and his resilience. Anyone who disagrees is a frigging liar, just a fact of life.
At the end of the day, a Black man's only ally is the Black woman. Women of other races, or male lovers, none of them seemed to give a damn when the racist system ultimately puts a Black man in an early grave. Brothers can bash Black women all they want, deep down they know that these others whom they bang or get banged by really don't have their backs. This is something Samuel has only recently come to realize, hence why he came home to Lady Kia...
"Damn straight, now come here," Lady Kia replied, and Samuel grinned, then the brother did as he was told. Rising, he went to her, a big and tall, dark-skinned and masculine man originally from the island of Haiti. For years now, he'd been looking for something. He sought that special something in hookups with females of other races and cultures, and even the occasional 'male bonding' romp, but never found it. Until he met...her.
"My Queen, let me taste your essence," Samuel said, as he took her hand and kissed it, and Lady Kia smiled and nodded. Sitting on a throne-like chair in the basement of her townhouse, somewhere in North Carolina, the statuesque Black woman, who didn't look a day over thirty, considered the man before her. Samuel wasn't the most stable man in the universe, and he flitted from sexual dalliance to sexual dalliance, often narrowly avoiding disaster, and seldom learned his lesson. At last, he came to her...
"Are you worthy of me, Samuel? You've been chasing big-booty Black, white, Chinese and Arab bitches all over Canada, and even had some fun with the fellas and only now do you realize my worth? I should dismiss you," Lady Kia said, shaking her head. Samuel bit his lip, and his heart winced. He'd been with pretty much everything under the sun, that was true, but nothing could replace the strong Black woman whom he cherished in his mind and soul...
"My Queen, help me be a better man," Samuel said, and he bowed his head, and genuflected once more. Lady Kia grinned, tickled pink by seeing a more humble side to Samuel, a brother who was definitely full of himself on most days. She watched as he kissed her toes, which she'd painted a few days ago, sucking on them. In the past, Lady Kia informed Samuel that she was a bit ticklish, which made the Haitian Trickster, as he liked to be called, grin devilishly with anticipation. Fortunately, Samuel knew better than to try Lady Kia's patience, especially on her turf...
"Samuel, I'm thirty years old, and you're thirty three, we're no spring chickens, it's now or never, if you don't prove yourself worthy of me, I'll ditch your ass, are we clear?" Lady Kia said, and Samuel nodded firmly. Lady Kia watched as he drew closer, then paused, his handsome face inches from hers. Samuel held his breath, admiring Lady Kia's beautiful. He'd been fond of her for ages, and had never overlooked her beauty, even if she couldn't see that beauty in herself sometimes. At last, he kissed her.
