My name is Wendy Stephania Polydor and I'm a 29-year-old Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I work as a Nurse at a certain hospital and I am the proud mother of a son, Jefferson, and a daughter, Lilandra. Life as a single mother isn't easy, and the fact that my ex-husband Alan Stephenson, a Boston-area cop, is a miser doesn't help things any.
I work two jobs and I take care of the bills, and I never complain. The least Alan could do was take care of his own, but he's a bozo. Marrying him was one of the greatest mistakes of my life. Things are tough these days. The economy is in the crapper across New England and people are even more sour than usual. Nevertheless, I work hard to provide for myself and my brood. Still, there are certain times when I hunger for certain things which I seldom admit aloud.
Lately, I have been exploring the world of BDSM, and I've since embraced a new identity, as Mistress Steph, the one and only Haitian Dominatrix of New England. Helping me with my newfound curiosity about all things kink is my long-time friend Steve Valentin, a tall and burly, dark-skinned brother I've known since my days at Commonwealth College in downtown Boston. We bonded in those days, and have been tight ever since.
For ten years, Steve Valentin has been my friend and confidante. He's certainly a unique brother. The guy's a bisexual but that doesn't bother me. I always wondered how my life might be different if I had chosen Steve instead of Alan. During our college days, I knew that Steve liked me and I liked him but Steve was shy as hell. I threw major signals his way but he didn't pick up on it. Oh, well. Life is what happens while we make plans, eh?
Steve Valentin came back into my life at a most opportune time. The brother I met in downtown Boston a decade ago went to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, for school and work. Apparently, Boston doesn't have enough institutions of higher education for Steve. Why would a Black man raised in Boston move to someplace as far away as Canada? Beats me, but from my conversations with Steve about Canada, I gathered that he didn't like the great White north. I could have told Steve that, but I guess some things a man is meant to figure out for himself.
Steve Valentin often refers to Canadians as mean, politely bigoted and passive-aggressive. I honestly think that Steve's time spent in the City of Ottawa will haunt him for the rest of his life. A lot of Black folks talk of Canada as though it's the promised land. To me, anything that sounds too good to be true usually is. I'm told that Canadians are a polite and friendly bunch. Well, out here in the City of Boston, we're honest about our dislike of others. I gave Steve one hell of a welcome home party, if you catch my drift. Shoot, I hadn't gotten laid in ages and Steve was just what the doctor ordered.
Marriage and motherhood have a way of changing a woman's body. When I met Steve in the summer of 2005, I was five-foot-eight, and only 120 pounds, with light brown skin, long Black hair and light brown eyes. Well, these days, my body is definitely different. For starters, I put on like 50 pounds over the past decade. Now, considering that I'm fairly tall, my extra pounds look good on me. I've got a big round butt, a curvy body, wide hips and a pair of nice, big tits. Yeah, I still get flirted with and hollered at on a daily basis.
When Steve finally got into bed, the brother marveled at my naked body as though I were a work of art. Smiling, Steve told me how beautiful I was, and even though I'm a fairly cynical sister, I blushed and nodded happily. Steve kissed my full lips and massaged my breasts gently with his big hands, and then proceeded to lick me all over with his agile tongue. I lay on the bed, relaxed and enjoying myself as Steve pleasured my womanly body.
Steve buried his handsome face between my legs, and licked my pussy like a hungry man. I found myself moaning with pleasure as Steve licked my cunt and fingered me. Dammit, his time in Canada definitely taught my old buddy a thing or two. After licking my pussy thoroughly like a starving man cleaning his plate, Steve put me on all fours and proceeded to worship my ass.