Interracial fantasies

This is a true happening… I am a Puerto Rican and black mixed female. I have a lover who is ethnic Chinese. We were at one time to the point of breakup because of outside negative influences. He invited me to his apartment one night to talk…

My lover and I had been seeing each other for more than a year when this took place.

He and I sat at the small table in his living room. “I want to go home,” I said. I watched as he began serving the portions of Thai food, carefully arranging it on my plate. He ignored me and began pouring glasses of wine for the two of us.

We sat quietly at the table. He looked beautiful as always. His dark slanted, almond shaped eyes, and such soft yellow golden skin. And the soft fullness of such sensuous lips. His impossibly thick silken hair, barely touching his shoulders. Yes, he was Asian, and I was so taken by his beauty, his handsome face… But I was still mad at him, I wouldn’t forget so fast, no sir.

His deep, enchanting eyes were watched me closely, “You look so pretty tonight, you’re such a sexy girl.” His words floated in the air so smoothly. I had just cut my hair recently. It was thick and dark, in loose waves almost to my shoulders. It used to fall right at my full round hips, just one week ago.

My dark brown eyes, slightly almond shaped like his. My Puerto Rican features intermeshing with my African features, fascinated him I think. Our heritage made our union even more exciting. I sipped from the crystal wine glass, letting it mask the feelings I was having.

“Why aren’t you eating?” he asked.

I put down my chopsticks gracefully, “I’m not really hungry right now.” The tension between us was so high. I could almost feel it against my skin. It had been so long since we’d…

“Listen,” he said. “Lets go and listen to some music.”

His bedroom was so neat and orderly, the thick beige carpet was so soft against my bare feet, then my jeans clad ass, as I lay on my side looking through our CD’s.

I decided to put on some Salsa. He closed the bedroom door, and locked it. The rhythm of the Salsa filled the air with such rhythmic thickness.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

He didn’t answer, he was ever so quiet as he went over near his closet and undid his jeans. His body was so hard and firm. I watched as he slid off his shirt and jeans. He came over and sat down beside me. His hands went to my face.

“You have such a pretty face, do you know how much I love you?” he said quietly.

My heart began to beat rapidly, I felt tears welling up inside me. “I love you too but… if you love me so much then why haven’t you told your father about me by now? Are you ashamed to tell him you’re with a Puerto Rican woman?”

It all seemed to just blurt out of me. I hated myself for saying that to him, but its how I felt. I loved him so much, “I think maybe we should just…” But before I could finish, he spoke.

“You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” his voice sounded so tired, so broken…

I shrugged my shoulders unsure of what to say or feel, “I don’t want to break up with you but it feels like we have to, yes… I think we have to… please… I just wanna go home. Please… just take me home.”

He sat quietly watching me, running his fingers through my soft wavy curls and caressing my bared shoulders.

“Did you hear me? I just want to go home, okay?” I said rising to leave with tears stinging my eyes.

His hands grabbed both of my wrists tightly.

“Stop it! What’re you doing?” I screamed at him as he wrestled me down to the floor. I am strong, but not as strong him. His strength overpowered me, and he finally pinned me to the floor. He was straddling me as we continued to struggle.

“Let go of me! No!” I sobbed as his fingers unzipped my jeans. His adrenaline must have been really pumping after out struggle, I know mine was.

He managed to tug my jeans down and pulled them roughly off so quickly! I still had some strength left and tried to wriggle free. It was no good, his fingers tore at my panties, then he and tossed them away.

We were both breathing so hard from our struggling. My hair had come undone from the rubber band I’d bound it in, and it was now spread around me, like a soft fan. He yanked my ribbed blue tank top over my head, throwing it over by the lamp.

I looked up at him, and his handsome face looked down at me as he said with an insistent tone of voice, “I can’t let you go. I love you too much. I won’t lose you. Don’t you know how much I love you?” His soft warm lips touched mine. Such sensual, beautiful lips… so hard to resist.

“No,” I tried to pull away.

“Stop fighting this,” he whispered as his lips continued to kiss mine. The palms of his hands were on my full breasts now, stroking them tenderly. My large, sensitive nipples began to stiffen against my will. Finally I couldn’t help myself, I sighed with pleasure.

His kisses were so hot, and so passionate. His strong legs pried mine apart. His wonderfully hard cock forced itself into me, so deep, so much pleasure, deep into my tight-wetness. I felt so helpless, so tired of fighting him, ready to submit to him…

He intertwined his fingers with mine, as he drove deep into me… in such firm, rigid strokes, that I cried out and he tensed, almost ready to release. His face was against mine, his breath was coming fast against my open mouth. We both came together. “I love you,” he breathed. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks, “I love you too… I really do,” I moaned softly…

I felt his body jerk and his release deep inside me…

We felt it together…

Afterward, we lay there… our lips still touching tenderly, “Do you still want me take you home?” he asked in a whispered, kissing my lips softly…

“No, not tonight,” I moaned.

We lay under the thick blankets, embracing…