"Black Kink, there's an App for that," Stevenson Fils-Aime said aloud, stroking his goateed chin. The big and tall, dark-skinned young Haitian man lay in bed, in the basement of his aunt Mabel's townhouse in the City of Orleans, Ontario. With his aunt visiting old friends in the City of Montreal, Quebec, the brother had the place to himself. What's a brother to do under those circumstances? Get into some trouble, that's what...
Stevenson recently ended a relationship with Esther Jean, a young Haitian woman whom he met at the Haitian Seventh Day Church of Ottawa. Esther, tall and beautiful, a Nursing student at the University of Ottawa, is quite uptight. The lady simply did not agree with Stevenson's sensual and experimental nature. The two of them split, and never looked back. As for Stevenson, he loves kink more than ever, and doesn't miss Esther at all...
When Stevenson first started attending the Haitian Adventist Church of Ottawa, he found himself fascinated by the local ladies. After all, what man doesn't admire the ladies from his own background? In life, certain things simply aren't meant to be. Stevenson Fils-Aime is twenty two years old, and he's starting to learn this timeless truth. Better late than never, eh?
Esther, tall, willowy, brown-skinned, and gifted with a pretty face and a nice ass, seemed like a dream come true to Stevenson when he first saw her at church. Now, a bit wiser than before, the brother realizes his mistake. Stevenson loves BDSM and Kink, and it's more than a hobby for him. Whatever woman he ends up with needs to be comfortable with that part of him...
The world of BDSM and Kink has embraced technology, just like everyone else in the twilight of the 2010s. With the winter gripping Ontario in a death-like grip for the first half of 2019, Stevenson didn't feel like going out. The brother decided to have himself some fun, and he did it by clicking on a few buttons on his cell phone. It's quite simply the modern way of doing things...
A while ago, Stevenson joined Fetlife, understanding it to be like Facebook or Twitter, but for sexually adventurous people. What he found was a chaotic, messy place full of weirdoes. Stevenson wanted to find a kinky woman to play with, preferably a lady of African descent. Lots of Black men have a thing for white women or women of other races. Stevenson likes his women the way he likes his coffee, end of story.
Finding a kinky Black woman who is into playing with Black men is not the easiest thing in the world. Stevenson discovered a lot of messed up things in the world of kink, one of them the strange dislike that kinky Black women and kinky Black men have for each other. Since Stevenson doesn't subscribe to self-hatred, the brother has gone to great lengths to find what he desperately needs...
Stevenson smiled to himself as someone rang the doorbell, two hours after he booked the Pegging Appointment on the App on his Blackberry. The lady who showed up was a vision of beauty. Tall, curvy, with dark chocolate skin, and long dark hair framing a slightly angular, beautiful face. Decked out in Black leather from head to toe, the lady looked like she meant business...
After stepping out of the Uber, Shima Bizimungu took a look at her surroundings. As usual, her partner knew where she was, and would spring to her rescue if she didn't check in with him within sixty minutes. Shima likes working as a professional dominant for the Internet Age, but the lady never compromises her safety. Today, she felt oddly excited. This was one of those rare Black on Black kinky encounters, and Shima knew from experience that these were to die for...
"I am Mistress Shima of Kigali, Rwanda, are you Steven?" the lady asked, as he opened the door. Steven nodded and smiled at the tall Black lady who reminded him of Jamaican-American actress and fashion icon Grace Jones. Like a gentleman he offered to take her coat, and like a lady, she declined. Steven welcomed Mistress Shima into the house, and that's how it all began...
"You look great, ma'am," Steven said politely, and Mistress Shima cocked an eyebrow. The two of them sat in the plush living room of his aunt Mabel's townhouse. Located within walking distance of Place D'Orleans, one of the busiest shopping centers in the Capital of Canada, the house sits in a quiet neighborhood on a hill. Today, though, things are about to get L.O.U.D.
