"Samuel X, over the years you've pissed me off, annoyed the hell out of me, basically stalked my ass online, yet we share a weird connection, why is that?" KenJDoll said sharply, and the curly-haired, caramel-hued young biracial woman looked at the big and tall, Afro-sporting, roughly handsome, forthrightly bisexual Haitian guy who stood on her doorstep, a cocky smile on his face. Sighing, she let him in...
"I've got a soft spot for you, babe, that's why I dragged my ass to Houston, Texas, all the way from Ottawa, Ontario," Samuel said, flashing her his fearless smile, and KenJDoll shook her lovely head. Samuel stepped closer, and showed her what he'd been holding behind his back the entire time. Flowers, and not just any flowers, lilacs from northern Ontario, a rare gem in this season.
"Oh, you brought me flowers, did you really think that would excuse some of the shit you've done to me?" KenJDoll asked tersely, and Samuel grinned, subtly turned on by her ire, though he was trying his best to conceal it. Ever since he first came across KenJDoll on Fetlife, Samuel had been fascinated by her. The daughter of a black man and a white woman, raised in the complex world of the American south, proudly biracial with a penchant for speaking out about black politics, KenJDoll was a mystery...and Sam loves mysteries.
In the same breath, KenJDoll would argue against racism, while defending her right as a kinky woman to indulge in the controversial practice of race play. The woman was full of contradictions. As a bisexual black man born in Haiti and raised in Massachusetts, a new convert to Islam and an adorer of all things related to big-booty women and kink, Samuel was something of a contradiction himself.
"Well, yeah, I thought as much," Samuel replied, and KenJDoll walked up to him, a cocky smile on her lovely face. Samuel looked into those lovely eyes of hers, such a soulful shade of brown, and those pouty lips, oh my. The things Samuel could do to such lovely lips. Indeed. Samuel had fucked ( and been fucked by ) women and men of all shades in his thirty-odd years upon this earth, but no woman moved him as much as KenJDoll.
"What am I going to do with you, crazy man?" KenJDoll asked, and she took another look at Samuel, whose neatly lined up beard and mustache added to his masculine magnetism. Oh, the big and tall, dark-skinned brother was fine alright, KenJDoll could admit that, even though, most of the time, she preferred white dudes. Growing up as a biracial southern belle in Texas, KenJDoll was often told by the black students at school that she wasn't black enough, and the white students often told her that she was too black. This toughened her up, and KenJDoll became determined to be her own woman, racial politics be damned...
"I could think of a few things," Samuel said, and KenJDoll grabbed him by the collar of his bright red silk shirt, and tugged on his dark blue tie. The big and tall Haitian stud smiled, and KenJDoll knew that she was playing right into his schemes. No black man in the world of online BDSM proclaimed his fondness for black female dominance more than Samuel. While most brothers into black female dominance hid it from the world, this fool shouted his fondness for big-booty, bossy black women with strap-on dildos to the mountain tops...
"Sam, you smirk so much, and you're so full of yourself, I want to smack you silly but I know you like it," KenJDoll said, sighing, and Samuel smiled and shrugged. Ever since his former girlfriend Natasha, a feisty Jamaican cutie from Toronto, rode his dick and then fucked him with a dildo in a hotel in downtown Ottawa, the brother had been addicted to black female sexual dominance. It got to the point that Samuel scoured the web for footage of black women dominating black men, and he mainly jerked off to that...