For a ladies eye's only.
Ally clicked on the Internet Explorer icon to go online. She had ninemsn set as her homepage. She immediately typed into the search the web bar (search engine at that site) the word 'midnightdreams' and waited for the search engine to load the internet hyperlinks. She noted the web address she was looking for was the third hyperlink on the list and not knowing what to expect she clicked on the hyperlink that indicated the web address on the black business card with the gold embossed writing. She had broadband with a well respected 'Telco' in Sydney Australia so the page loaded very quickly. She looked curiously at her large LCD computer monitor as the site began to load a Flash media presentation.
What followed stunned her so but most definitely got her undivided and undisputed attention. From that moment and unknown to Ally Benson she was set on a course for the erotic and sexual experience of her lifetime: the realisation of a fantasy that she had often thought about and conjured in her mindset. She confessed to herself that the muscular black male was a fantasy she had long dwelled upon but never pursued. Big, 'ripped' and defined musculature looks significantly more enhanced against the background of dark or black skin. That is why white bodybuilders colour their skin when competing. They also oil their bodies for the same reason. Ally had often thought black muscle and fitness competitors had a natural advantage over their competition and she quietly confessed to herself a love of the look of a well developed black male. She found it stimulating and erotic. She had read somewhere that many white western women harbour (secretly or almost latently) erotic black fantasies accompanied by a pent up sexual desire but rarely acted on that fantasy. Some of her female customers often talked to her when she was supervising their training about having a sexual liaison with an attractive black male and there was the usual speculation about the size of a black mans cock. She had remembered several times at contests feeling sexually excited at the sight of a ripped black muscular male but had never taken that latent desire to another level despite obvious opportunities that have been presented to her in the circle that Ally keeps.
The Flash Media presentation lasted for about a minute. It appeared to be a very elite and exceptionally muscular as well as tall young man (a serious understatement), dressed only in a dark blue jock strap, dancing under a strobe light ball with his amazing body moving in all directions both forward and back, as well as spinning and turning around. He was from what she could make out, naked except for the jock strap and he was definitely a black man, the most amazing example of male muscular perfection she had ever seen in her lifetime. It should be said that Ally had seen many muscular men at the gym, at photo shoots and at muscle contests. The strobe effect was both very sexy and intriguing as it enhanced the look of this god like young stud and gave only a strong hint of the nakedness of this incredible young man. It was both teasing as well as mysterious, yet tempting and definitely grabbed one's attention as Ally sat riveted to her chair and tried to make out his form which kept dancing to the music playing on her speakers. She struggled to focus on something so unreal that bobbed up and down enclosed in the jockstrap. No it is not possible she thought and thought the strobe was playing tricks with her sight. That is more than trouser trout he is containing in that jock strap. The words 'welcome ladies from the Blacklion to your midnight dream' kept crossing the screen as the music, a strong hypnotic and seductive African drum beat eventually faded away. As the music faded, the flash media presentation also faded away, having so convincingly done its job of getting the attention of the unsuspecting visitor. Like all visitors, Ally was now a captive audience and very keen to explore this site further. It appealed to her latent black desire and black fantasy that she harboured like so many white western women.
As the flash media presentation faded along with the seductive drum beat that conjured up thoughts of wild, even primitive savagery, it was replaced by the home page of "The Blacklion". At least that was the title to the page or window she was now viewing. The home page was very simple. It had a close up facial photograph of a stunningly good looking young black male in dreadlocks. He was very black and had the most exceptional smile exposing the most perfect white teeth. Underneath the photo was a simple message of 'Hello and welcome ladies from the Blacklion' and the following words appeared at the bottom of the page.
'Among African cultures the lion has been regarded as a powerful and dangerous ruler of the grassland savannah. The extremely rare Blacklion is considered to be stronger and more ferocious than its ordinary counterpart and is sometimes associated with royalty. Please feel at home to roam free on my cyberspace savannah and if you like, you are most welcome to establish contact with the intention of satisfying your strong physical, emotional and sexual black fantasises. Please feel free to explore the hyperlinks above.'
Across the top of the home page were a number of hyperlinks opening the 'surfer' of the internet to the world of The Blacklion. Ally noted that some of these hyperlinks were rather typical when constructing a website for individuals on the internet. She noted the hyperlinks as she scanned across the top of the home page: My Profile; My Statistics; A Photo Gallery; My Personal Services; Guestbook; Contact; and Links. Under the facial shot of this good looking young man was another hyperlink that simply said 'Visit My XXX Site". That had her heart racing and her skin tingling with heat flush and she admitted to herself a strong desire to continue to explore the site. She felt so compelled to open the hyperlinks each in turn and find out exactly why Cynthia had described this journey as potentially the most erotic experience of her life. She was surprised to see her left hand was now under her track suit top and heading up her strong stomach to fondle her left breast and nipple. She was aroused and yet the journey was only just beginning.
Clicking her scroll mouse on 'My Profile' she found some small text superimposed on another facial photo of this exceptionally good looking young black man. She had seen many photographs of male models but this young man was simply breathtaking to look at. His face was so chiselled, masculine and alive. He had a smile that would knock you out and his eyes were so alluring in their affect. The writing read as if it was a brief auto biography. The Blacklion at 20 years old lived and worked in Jamaica near the plush Jamaica Gold Resort. Strange but no real name was given at the site. His location was given as 'The cove of ARIBA' near Kingston Town. She was very surprised to learn he was of mixed African and Caribbean blood. She had been to the cricket in the past with her former boyfriend Robert to watch a Test match between Australia and the West Indies at the famous Sydney Cricket Ground. Whilst Robert watched and applauded the cricket, she remembered closely watching a very tall West Indian fast bowler from Barbados who was just a wonderful specimen of black male. That was her secret highlight from that sporting encounter which after 5 days ended in a draw. She found it hard to understand why so many fans got so excited about a game that went for 5 days and did not have a result. The only saving grace she thought was seeing those black West Indian cricketers from the Members Stand located close to the player's change rooms. She knew very little about Ghana except they were skilled at soccer having qualified for the World Cup a couple of times. His hobbies were listed as bodybuilding and weight training, surfing, fishing, history (especially ancient civilisations and mythology) as well as cosmology and astronomy. She thought that an odd combination of interests but the makings of a fascinating guy and someone rather different to the guys she knew and mixed with at work and socially.
She clicked on the link called 'Statistics'. She could not believe the facts listed. Most bodybuilders are short and very muscular. They look somewhat unnatural and many look ugly because of the short, squatty look. The Blacklion had that rare combination of height and size (weight) in the extreme and the huge muscularity all over would not look ugly. She read all the statistics. As Ally knew much about bodybuilding, she could relate to the statistics listed for chest, shoulders, biceps, waist, quadriceps, calves and so on. The Blacklion is almost unreal, even mystical if the dimensions quoted are true. He was a god like figure in terms of physical size. She tried to imagine a stunning guy as wide as a door frame at the shoulders with a height over two metres. This is a male Adonis that would be physically imposing and intimidating for most women but the thought of a classic V shape torso that these statistics would translate to set her imagination wild. She tried to imagine herself standing in front of him. At 5 foot 1 inch tall and only 61 kilograms she would be staring at his washboard and staring up at his mountainous pectorals that would adorn his black marble 19 stone muscular frame. She imagined being swept up by this giant of a young man, as if she were a rag doll and thrown on a bed or lounge before being savagely ravished and devoured. She gulped at the mere mention of his most important muscle between his massive thighs. I t simply stated 'XXXL hung and cut'. She remembered the many comments from her female clients, speculating about the size of a black man's cock. Could it be true she thought? Kane was a good nine inches when he fucked her several times and that drove her delirious at times. How big is the Blacklion she speculated? She became aware of her right hand now rubbing her moist 'cunt' and her aroused clitoris, her finger easily penetrating between her legs. She was so excited and very wet. She was amazed at the stimulation being brought on by only her imagination, the information she had read so far, as well as her latent desire for a chiselled, muscular black male.
