The Cerulean Beauty
Already her first day of the job, the Photographer told this sexy, ebony beauty to take off her clothes, but “leave the panties on.” So she did. Clothes off, pink panties on. Then to make the erotic photo shoot really sexy, the Photographer told the Model to “place your hands inside your panties and play with your kitty.” So she did. She placed her let hands inside her panties to play with her kitty and to make it a little extra sexy; she put her pinky finger inside her mouth.
I’m naked… She’s naked… She and I are both naked, lying on the beds, holding our hands; I made the first move to feel her tender, soft lips. The naked taste of her lips is smooth and creamy. Pleasantly golden that made me feel like I’m a pirate and her lips is the soaking treasure. Or matter of fact, her beauty is the soaking treasure. Her beauty would make her rich in love and lust. The Soaking Beauty.
A portrait painted of a half-naked beauty, only wearing a black, mini panty-short, while covering her cute, rounded breasts. Her eyes are glowing passionately red like diamond-shaped rubies. And her deep, red lips are the taste of Rozay.
He is driving a brand new Cadillac which he brought last week, with his monthly salary that he saved up, working as a Technical Writer. Driving through his old neighborhood that he grew up many years, while raised by two grandparents, he sees certain corners of the neighborhood peaceful, and smooth. No sign of yellow tapes that says “Do Not Cross” every corner store or block. No sound of the ambulances or police cars. He sees young men hanging by the corner store, chilling, laughing, but doubts that they’re D-Boys; or Gang Bangers. Through many years, his life seems different than his friend’s life. But yet, he and his friends shared the same goals. And those goals are to live better, succeed in life better, and become better, not just being human beings, but become Black men. So he wishes that his homeboys were still alive, so he could share the life of success and happiness with them.