I met Reginald at my university’s end-of-studies gala. Lavish loft in Montreal. Crystal chandeliers. Champagne fizz on tongue. Leather banquettes sticky with sweat. Music throbs. Bodies grind. His brown eyes pierce my blue. Full lips hover near mine. Ebony skin gleams under strobes. Powerful frame pins me. His laugh echoes like forbidden verse.
Slow ballads shift the air. Brel whispers: pearls of rain from dry lands. One look. Basin press. I’m his. He leads to his elite student suite nearby. Penthouse perch. City lights sparkle through floor-to-ceiling glass. Silk robes draped on chairs. He leaves for Haiti in a week. Invites me. Family awaits. I hesitate. But hands roam. Mouth devours. Night blurs to dawn. Thrusts ripple my belly. Tongue claims every fold. I scream. Beg. Claw like a lioness. Shared peak shatters me.
The Privilege
White hand on dark chest. Red nails stark. Rouge et noir. Six months burn in letters. January chill. Flight south. First-class recline. Champagne pops mid-air. Land in Port-au-Prince heat. His voice cuts chaos: Julie! Arms crush. Lips bruise. Limo hums to city heart. Points road home. Canadian embassy nearby. Discreet luxury hotel. No garish sign. Elite veil. Penthouse suite. Plush marble bath. Champagne chills in silver bucket. Silk sheets whisper. City view vast. Leather headboard cool under palms.
Heat clings. He grins: this is winter. Hug tight. His cock hard against me. Eyes devour as clothes slip. Mouth traces skin. Legs buckle. Bed sinks plush.
Naked. Savage kiss suffocates. Pussy drips. He savors. Fingers probe. Tongue fucks throat. Sixty-nine grind. Black cock swells in mouth. Salty pre-cum. Contrast thrills. White thighs on ebony shoulders. He laps clit. Fingers curl inside.
Condom rolls on. Missionary gaze locks. Slow thrusts tease. Hips buck futile. He pins. Eyes plead. Orgasm rips solo. Pussy clenches him. Waves crash. He pulses deep. Cums roaring.
The Excess
Pause. Bliss hums. Piss break. Marble throne gleams. He ambushes door. Playful chase. Throws me down. Heavy crush. Roll. I’m astride. Strip frantic. Rub slit on shaft. Suck deep. Saliva strings. Cheeks hollow. Eyes slutty. Fingers twist base. He watches. Commands: finger yourself.
Back sprawl. Index circles lips. Spread wide. Clit throbs. Faster. Arc. Scream raw. He slams in. Condom slick. Rub harder. Thrusts pound. Orgasms stack. Body quakes. White light blinds. He bellows name. Collapses.
Tremor hits. Walls crack. Dust chokes. His weight crushes. Eyes vacant. Blood slicks ebony. Red-black merge. Push free. Chaos reigns. Grab pack. Flee rubble. Streets hell. Corpses pile. Walk Delmas road. Dust mask. Water sips. Replicas jolt. Embassy swarm. Tents. Medics probe. Repatriate. Montreal cold welcomes.
Tests clear. But pregnant. Preservatif lodged. His seed grows. Demons haunt. Nightmares crush. Therapy stitches. Spring blooms. Daughter Regine kicks. Aid Haiti. Smiles heal.
Years later. Her eyes blue like mine. Reginald yours? Yes. Loved him fierce. Short flame. Does he love me? Silence. Tears. Maman cries. Brel haunts: ne me quitte pas.
