My name is Naomi Walters and after finding my long lost family, I have settled into a Yorkshire village called Emmerdale, and have landed a job as a kitchen assistant in the Woolpack the village pub. I am a slim black girl in my early twenties.
After a hostile few weeks, I have settled in and have had an intense sexual relationship with Nate, a mixed race local farmer, and while it was good as he was fucking me I couldn't get the image of someone else out of my mind. Her name was Belle Dingle and she was a gorgeous blonde.
Now let me make it clear, I love being fucked and sucking cock but have never been with another woman or even thought about it until I saw Belle.
I started to watch lesbian videos and online lesbian porn. As I watched blonde girls having sex with black girls, I fantasised that it was Belle doing those things to me.
Last week there was a Dingle party at the Woolpack to welcome some Irish cousins and after I had finished work in the kitchen I sat at the bar and enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine.
I'd been watching Belle discreetly for the better part of an hour. Every movement, every brush of her hair, every small smile, the way she lifts the glass to her lips, every heartfelt laugh. She had me enraptured.
Ok, so some might suggest that it was the drink that might have something to do with the warm fuzzies I was feeling, but I know the difference and this beautiful woman had me entranced.
I kept repeating to myself, she is gorgeous, clever, funny, intoxicating, and irresistible and I desperately wanted her.
Then Belle got up to go to the toilet. I watched her go, watched the way her hips swayed as she walked, and her breasts moved seductively under her top.
Before I could really think about what I was doing, I stood and made my way quickly to the toilet. I got there before her, as she was still chatting to people in the bar. I quickly enter a cubicle and sat down, head in my hands.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at?, I say softly to myself. Never giving a thought to potential consequences, of which there were many.
I heard the toilet door from the bar open and then a cubicle door open and shut, and I figured that she must have made it away from all the cousins wishing to talk to her. Ok, so what I need to do is get up and leave. Go back to the bar and make my excuses. Say I'm too drunk or I'm working tomorrow. Anything. Just leave.
I flush the toilet as I'm leaving so as not to seem like I was just hiding out, and exit the cubicle.
I was standing washing my hands at the basin when I felt her approach and nudge me out of the way so she could wash her own hands. I playfully pushed her back, and she flicked me with water. I grabbed at her wrists to stop her and then looked into her eyes... oh fuck, those eyes! Those beautiful blue eyes that have drawn me in are now not letting me go, not letting me look away. I felt my heart skip a beat and my breathing quicken. Just as the edges of my vision started to go blurry with lust, I heard the toilet door being pushed open and this broke the spell she has over me and I hastily dropped her wrists.
She caught my hand and dragged me into a cubicle, pushing the door shut just as three giggling women burst into the toilet. I stifled a gasp and looked at her, only to find her gazing at me.
I was trapped again, my eyes locked on hers. The noises of the giggling women at the mirrors fades into nothing as my entire world becomes her. I could feel her pulling me in... physically? Emotionally? Sexually?