Start the night.
Afterwards, I wanted to cuddle, but she pushed me away.
I understood why she pushed me away–the threat of catching feelings after sex with a near stranger–but the chemicals in my brain demanded cuddles!
Three times I reached out to her and three times she pushed me away.
We got dressed, I put my wig back on and we headed out into the night.
“So, did you cum?” she asked, somewhat bashfully, as I negotiated late night traffic.
“Um…” Did I? My mind flashed back to that moment she pulled out…to be honest I had been so caught up in the intensity of the experience and my pleasure in her orgasms that I hadn’t given any thought to my own…or the lack thereof “I’m not sure. What did you like the most?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“The anal” she checked my face for reaction.
“I liked that too.” My face flushed at the memory. “I was also…kinda surprised at the difference it made without the condom-I mean I know it’s all rubber but it’s –” I got flustered.
“Yeah…I felt more connected.”
“That’s why I wanted to do it–I understand why you wanted the condom but–” She shrugged, and I focused on cursing out crazy late night drivers.
“You wanna do it again?” She asked.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”I wondered if she’d let me buy my own dick for round two?
“Yes!” she pumped her fist towards herself victoriously.
“So, I know you’re white–but are you one of those ‘natural women’?” DB asked as I pulled up at her Grandma’s house.
I knew what she meant–“natural” black women are those beautiful proud women black women who rock natural hair, debate politics and often advocate for education, healthy food, natural medicine and black pride–woman pride–human pride! Human rights. Respect. Self respect…
So, a mentality close to my heart.
“I’m sorry–it looks like that question upset you.”
“No, it’s ok.” I responded. There was nothing I wanted more than to say ‘yes, that’s what I am!’ —
But could I really rep #TeamNatural while wearing a wig?
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