Debbie Dial
I lead a mundane life as a university educator, trapped in a passionless marriage devoid of intimacy. Days are consumed with grading assignments, delivering lectures, and yearning for raw desire. Scheduled to enlighten my class on African-American heritage, I sought firsthand knowledge from a dark-skinned gentleman.
Unbeknownst to him, my ulterior motives were to explore a more hands-on educational approach in the privacy of my home. Despite initial hesitance, the young man succumbed to my seductive advances. With my husband occupied at work, Ice and I engaged in clandestine rendezvous.
Eagerly anticipating the moment his sizable ebony member would thrust into my eager mouth, I endured a torrent of arousal. Salivating uncontrollably, my saliva acted as a sensual lubricant as I enveloped him completely. Exploiting my authority for personal gratification was a conscious decision, my craving for his prodigious endowment overpowering ethical boundaries.
Each pulsating throb inside me brought elation, my satisfaction palpable as he released within me. Anxious that my husband remain oblivious to the carnal scent upon his return, I reveled in the memory of our forbidden liaison.