Salutations, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Colleen Dickinson, a biracial woman of Jamaican and European descent living in Ontario, Canada. I'm five feet nine inches tall and curvy, light-skinned and sexy, with an angelic face, a thick body, and a fine round ass. Lately I've been exploring the world of BDSM. While most dominant Black women in BDSM seem to cater to white males, I'm all about the brothers. What can I say? I love Black men, I like the way the brothers smell and taste.
The Black community is notoriously conservative when it comes to alternate sides of human sexuality. If you're black and you happen to be gay, bisexual or lesbian, you should keep it to yourself if at all possible. Depending on where you live, it could mean your life. I don't subscribe to that type of bullshit. It's the twenty-first century, and nation after nation recognizes the rights of gays and lesbians. It's high time the black community stopped fronting. Brothers and sisters who like the same sex or swing both ways are nothing new. Every family has at least one. I don't care if you're Christian, Pagan or Muslim, these people are in our communities and families.
Now, a lot of sisters out there say that they're progressive and tolerant toward gays and lesbians but they will dump a brother if he were to reveal to them that he's bisexual. I think that's what keeps a lot of bisexual black men in the closet. I feel for them, I do. My boo Raphael Carmichael is bisexual, and I'm totally okay with it. Raphael is six-foot-two, lean and muscular, with light brown skin and sharp, handsome features. He was born in Wellington, New Zealand, to a Jamaican immigrant father and white mother. After high school, he went to study at York University near Toronto, Ontario. What's a native of New Zealand doing in Canada? Exploring life, I guess.
Whatever circumstances brought Raphael and I together, I'm glad it happened. When I look at him, I see a kindred spirit. Like me he's half black and half white, and sometimes feels ill at ease in either community. I totally understand where he's coming from. He told me how hard it was growing up mixed in a lily-white place like New Zealand. Pretty much everyone is white over there, except for the Natives, and some Asian immigrants. Not a lot of black folks in New Zealand, that's for damn sure. The first time I laid eyes on Raphael, I figured he'd be a good roll in the hay. I never thought I'd met a guy I could actually connect with, you know?
Raphael and I met and began going out, and while we were walking around the Bayshore mall in Ottawa, I noticed something peculiar. It seemed to me that while Raphael has a wandering eye ( like most guys and quite a few women ) he was discretely checking out both women with big butts and muscular guys chests. Hmmm. I checked him out twice while he was doing his thing and then confronted him about it. Are you a switch-hitter? I asked Raphael point-blank, looking him in the eye.
When a man is lying to a woman, there are some dead giveaways, though slick guys don't display them. I was already ninety nine percent convinced that Raphael Carmichael, born in Wellington, New Zealand, to Cameron Carmichael and Denise Stirling, and educated at York University's School of Business, was at least bi-curious. Time to see if he was a liar as well. Liars are a deal breaker for me.
Be who you are, life is too short to go around pretending just to please others. Usually, the type of people you have to pretend for aren't worth standing next to. Real friends accept you for you. I've been called a mulatto slut for being proud of my origins and displaying my womanly sensuality and my hotness. I've been called a whore because I own my sexuality. It's not easy to be me but I am not ashamed of who and what I am. And I don't have time for fools. Tick tock, Raphael.
I guess I am, Raphael said, smiling faintly while holding my gaze. I looked at him and grinned. That wasn't so hard to say now was it? I said, and gently patted his behind. Raphael stared at me, stunned. You don't mind that I like both sexes? he asked, incredulity in his voice. I smiled and shook my head. It just makes me want to fuck you, I said as nonchalantly as I could. Raphael and I went back to my place in Mississauga, and fucked over every inch of the place. What can I say? I'm a chick who really likes bisexual guys. The same way lots of straight men like lesbians.
As soon as Raphael and I got home, we got undressed and started fucking. I sat him down on my couch, got on my knees and grabbed his dick. Raphael had a long and thick, uncircumcised dick. Thick and veiny, just the way I like them. Damn you taste good, I said, in between sucks. I massaged Raphael's anus by fingering him while sucking his dick. Fuck yeah, Raphael said, as he raked his hand through my hair. I put a stop to that toot sweet. Don't touch the hair, I snapped, before I resumed my dick sucking. Raphael wisely complied. Not a good idea to piss off a sister who's going down on you.
I'd been sucking on Raphael's dick for a good fifteen minutes before he groaned and I felt his knees tremble. Oh shit, he said, and I knew what was coming. I increased my sucking and pinched his balls, and then he finally gave it up. Raphael came in my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop of his cum. Waste not want not, as they say. That was fun, I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand once I was done.
Raphael smiled at me, and pulled me up. Straddling him, I smiled contentedly as he began fondling and sucking on my tits. Kind of want your dick in me right about now, I snapped impatiently, and reached for a condom in my purse. I rolled it on Raphael's dick, then smacked his face hard. He blinked in surprise. Fuck me like you're paying for it, I said, glaring at him. Raphael nodded, and then eased his hard dick into my cunt. I licked my lips as he began fucking me roughly, just the way I like it.
