Madam Angela ... and her BROWN skinned bitch!While it is no secret that the majority of writing has featured Asian (mostly Chinese and Indian ladies) - - after meeting the lovely Angela (and many others like her) - - I figured I'd do something different!Hence this book - which is the first in a trilogy where the female protagonist is NOT Asian. Believe me, the sheer RUSH I felt while writing some of this is unparalleled - - and while that might sound hard to believe given what I said before about the other books - 'tis TRUE, my friend!This is another one of those unfinished trilogies - - be on the outlook for part TWO and part THREE - - on the way shortly!Racial humiliation - like never before - with a TWIST!And over here, I must warn ya. While ALL of my femdom is heavy on the "mental side of things" - this takes things to a new level altogether with the race dynamics being reversed. This is basically a book about a white woman dominating a dark skinned man - and yes - all SSC - and while I shouldn't have to put out this disclaimer - it behooves me to do so in today's politically correct and sissified (sometimes that isn't a good thing! ;)) world.So be warned - the mental side of this - and the "look into the male submissive's minds", and the "why's and wherefores" are INTENSE - and may leave some people somewhat uncomfortable.Then again, it shouldn't. All races are created equal - and so we were all LADIES (all dominant, regardless of race) - - and THAT is the spirit in which I wrote this book. An immense turn on for me personally, but then again, I'm turned on by dominant ladies of all races - - despite my obvious preference - - race isn't the most important (and no, neither are looks!).Dive in, as "Ravi" is "brought to heel" - - WELL and TRULY - - by an imperious and lovely British lady (those of you history buffs likely understand the racial dynamic at play here) - - and for more on this - - well - - dive in! Part two on the way as we speak.
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / BDSMGoing GREAT GUNS!
A thick, dark piece of meat protruded from his hairy groin, his toned stomach emphasizing his erection, the head of his penis curved downwards. The balls were hairy as well, and his dick was different than anything Angela had seen before.
Dark, almost black, curved at an angle she thought. The first Indian cock I’m going to experience, she thought as primal lust bubbled up within her at the sight of Ravi’s naked body.
And automatically, she bent to suck him, to take him in her mouth, not so much because she wanted to, her own preference being mutual pleasure (vaginal sex) rather than her performing oral sex on man which didn’t do much for her, but because most men she had been with would complain she didn’t give them head, and she didn’t want it to be an issue with this guy.
Strangely enough those men were pretty piss poor at giving her head, she thought wryly, but that’s the typical man all over the world for you! Expects the world from his woman in bed and otherwise, and gives her practically zilch in return.
But as she bent, he lifted her up on the bed tenderly, his strong shoulders bearing her weight as if she was a leaf, and gently laid her down, spreading her legs.
And then, he bent, putting his full red lips to her vagina, making her moan out loud with pleasure.
He gently licked her vulva, something she hadn’t had done for years, most men that she had been with only paying her “cursory” attention down there. He moved his hands up to her breasts as he did so, gently squeezing them, and flicking his strong, chocolate brown fingers over the pink nipples expertly.
And as she arched back on the bed, squirming with pleasure she had forgotten she could ever experience, all other thoughts raced out of her as the sensations of pure bliss took over.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by André Weber
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