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.
Ladies and gentlemen, I should mention that Steve Valentin really, really loves the Black female butt. You should see the brother's Facebook page. Every big-booty female celebrity from tennis star Serena Williams to Kim Kardashian is on there, backing that thing up, as they say. I sat on Steve's face and the brother proceeded to lick my asshole, and shower my ass with hot kisses. I loved having Steve worship my ass, folks.
Afterwards, Steve rolled a condom on his thick, uncircumcised dick and raised my big, sexy legs in the air. Smiling at me, Steve eased his dick into my pussy. A happy sigh escaped my lips. At last, we are one. I smiled at Steve and rubbed my tits together as he began plowing my tight pussy with his dick. I hadn't gotten laid in a LONG time, so my pussy dried up. Fortunately, Steve helped me make up for lost time.
Steve Valentin and I did our thing for quite a while, and a couple of hours, we lay in bed, sweaty but happy. I smiled at Steve and he smiled at me. We kissed passionately, and just like that, I embarked on a new chapter of my life. Steve was there for me like no other man ever has. A brother who respects me, understands my family responsibilities and is patient with me. I thought I was really lucky. I like Steve and he likes me, but we are none of us perfect.
When I told Steve about my curiosity about the world of BDSM and female dominance, the Haitian brother smiled at me and encouraged me to explore it. Shoot, Steve even volunteered to help a bossy sister out, if you know what I mean. We went to the adult video store and bought a strap-on dildo, a whip and some butt plugs, and some Black-oriented female domination videos. Classics like Black Men Like Strap-Ons Too, Strap-On Black Bitches and Strap-On Black Ball Buster. Thrilled with our purchases, Steve and I went home.