Chapter 4

Yes, I was relentlessly attracted to his black and hulking body. And yes, I was perfectly fine if the sociologist coveted every inch of my body with his mouth on the swollen cock between my legs, the nape of my back, both rugby-constructed shoulders, and my white bottom. To have the charcoaled and cut stranger pry my ass open with his invading fingers, protruding tongue, or his cock, was not beneath me. In fact, the thought of all three actions seemed appropriate since I was unable to prevent my skin from connecting with his. To be fucked by the man would have only cured me of my sexually delusional state, and left the both us in a place that we could have easily called our haunted euphoria.