"Bianca, I don't get down like that," says my boyfriend of two years and fellow University of Toronto student Reginald "Reggie" Lawson. The six-foot-one, burly young Jamaican stud fixed his brown eyes on me, a pleading expression on that handsome mug of his. Seriously, those doe-like eyes would have moved anyone but me. I'm kind of a sadist, you see.
Oh yeah, things are definitely heating up in our bedroom tonight. Reggie and I share an apartment in the City of Mississauga, Ontario, within walking distance of the University of Toronto campus. I looked at Reggie as if I were actually giving some thought to what he was saying, then I smirked at him, grinning wickedly like the Devil himself. Dude doesn't know what he's in for...
"Whatever, dude, suck my strap-on because it's going up your ass next," I said gleefully, and Reggie sighed deeply, then put his sweet-looking lips to good use. The brother began sucking on my strap-on dildo slowly, then with more gusto. Just like I knew he would. Dominance and submission, everyone falls somewhere between these two. Me? I'm a dominant. Everyone else is my bitch.
In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Bianca Westwood. I was born and raised in the City of Kingston, Ontario. My father Bernard Westwood is Jamaican, and my mother Nina Tremblay is white, originally from Sherbrook, Quebec. Five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with short black hair, and a killer booty. That's me. All this and I'm pretty brainy and, ahem, a bit twisted. Yeah, I'm a freak who looks like a slightly tomboyish brown-hued angel. You've been warned.
Recently, my boyfriend Reggie revealed to me that he's bisexual. Most girls would have panicked over this. Not me. For me, I saw this revelation as an opportunity. I'm fairly adventurous and unusual in and out of the bedroom, and most guys can't handle this about me. I'm too edgy for them. The fact that Reggie swings both ways opens up a whole bunch of activities to me...and him too, of course.
Let's see, I've already done all kinds of things to Reggie, but like most black men, he firmly told me that his ass was off-limits. I've sat on his face, squashed him underneath my big brown booty and even made him eat my ass. I've tied him up and rubbed my pussy against his dick, making him beg to be allowed inside of me. I do love to hear him beg.
"Good, now that you've polished my dildo, show me that ass, big man," I said to Reggie, who managed to look stunned with my dildo crammed down his throat. I smiled wickedly as I patronizingly rubbed Reggie's head. Alright, so I'm taking this whole dominatrix thing a bit too far but trust me, Reggie likes it.
"You ain't got to say it like that," Reggie said, and there was a hurt look on his face. Softening my features, I walked up to him and kissed him on the lips. I gently stroked his bearded chin, and looked into his eyes. I know my man and his moods, and how to use them to get what I want. All part of the game for yours truly, you see.
"Sorry if I sounded a bit harsh, babe, I saw those videos on your laptop and thought this bossy femme stuff is what you wanted," I said coyly, and Reggie smiled and nodded. Last night, we watched some videos together on his laptop. There's a website called Divine Bitches that Reggie has secretly been visiting for years and years. The chicks on that site are something else, man. Tying up guys and spanking them and fucking them up the ass with sex toys. Hot damn. I loved it!
