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Chocolate Attraction (24 January 2007)

"You have a nine-thirty meeting with the board of directors about the six-percent projected increase in the fiscal budget, an eleven o'clock meeting with the legal team about the impending lawsuit form the Marks Corporation, a lunch meeting with Harry Thompson about his transfer to the Hong Kong office, and a two o'clock conference call with the regional managers from LA, Seattle, Atlanta, and Miami."

I could hear my secretary, Salina, calling out my schedule, but I was looking beyond her out of the floor-to-ceiling window. She had welcomed me at the door, cup of steaming cappuccino in her hand, just like she did every morning. She was an appealing black woman, tall, charming, beautiful caramel skin, with a flawless smile. The only thing that was flawed was that she always seemed so stressed out. I often wondered why she let her job as an executive assistant get to her so much. Granted, I was stressed out all the time as well, but I had much more to lose. Unlike me, Salina earned no more that $39,500 a year no matter how well she performed her job.

I looked up at her momentarily, standing firm like she was preparing for a military drill. "Salina, can I solicit a personal question?"

A nervous expression crossed her face, making me wonder if she was afraid of me. We were the exact same age but had never bonded. I was the vice president of corporate development, making 200K a year plus bonuses.

"Sure. You can ask," she responded.

"Do you ever just go out and have a good time?" I asked as I redirected my eyes to the window. There wasn't a cloud in the powder blue sky. "I mean, hang out with friends, party, have a good time, and let your hair down?"

Salina chortled. She was glowing at the thought of it. "Yes, my close friends and I all hang out then go to Spirit on West 27th Street on Thursday nights now and again."

"Thursday nights?" It was my turn to chuckle. "You go out on Thursday nights, Salina?"

Salina nodded her head and smiled. Then she sat facing me across the desk from one of the leather chairs. I don't even remember the last time she had actually taken a seat in my office, other than to take dictation. I was delighted. It felt relaxed; two ladies having a casual tête-à-tête.

"What about you, Tatianna? I mean, Ms. Ivanov."

"Tatianna is fine," I responded. "There is no need to be so formal all the time."

"Thanks."

I didn't know whether to be flattered or insulted by her thank you. Did she think I was so buttoned up she had to show appreciation for calling me by my first name?

"So what about you, Tatianna? Do you ever just kick it?

I pondered her query. I wasn't sure that attending business dinners with clients or mind-numbing social engagements at the country club with my parents constituted hanging out.

"Salina, to be frank, I really don't know," I responded. "I go to a lot of places, fine restaurants and theaters, but I can't recall the last time I actually had fun."

I gazed deep into her brown eyes and recognized something I hated: pity. Yes I was pathetic. I needed to face the facts. All the money, power and security I had in my life meant nothing unless I was enjoying it.

My parents had groomed my brother and I to take our place in high society, plain and simple. My father made his millions in international trade after he moved to this country from Russia. My mother spent her days shopping and planning charity events. I went to school at Yale, where I graduated with honors and landed a job with Taylor and Associates before I moved out of my dorm.

There I was, in my corner office on West 59th Street over looking Central Park South, wondering what the fuck I was doing with my life. Salina didn't have a ton of money, but she had freedom. She could leave the office at five and do whatever she pleased. I had to play mediator over soft-shell crabs or spend my evenings going over stacks of paperwork. I truly envied her.

I shot up from my desk, startling Salina. She jumped up and waited for my instructions, assuming a military position again.

"I'm going out," I announced.

"Out? What about your meeting?"

"Cancel it!" I walked toward my private bathroom, snatching my Prada purse off my desk on the way. "In fact, cancel all of my appointments. I'm taking the day off."

"But, Ms. Ivanov, I mean Tatianna," she stammered. "What am I supposed to tell everyone?"

"Tell them I'm sick or something, be creative." I was about to shut the bathroom door when a light bulb went off in my head. "Salina, after you cancel all of my appointments, take the day off as well."

"Are you kidding?" She put her hand on her hip, striking a pose. A big smile came across my face. She looked good like that.

"Yes, Salina, I'm serious. I have never been more serious in my life. Go out and have some fun today!" I exclaimed.

"Thanks, Tatianna" she smiled at me with pure excitement. "I will see you tomorrow then?"

"Maybe, maybe not," I winked, knowing well and good that taking two days off in a row would be pushing it hard. They would probably send the police to my penthouse to make sure I was alive.

Salina swayed out of my office with more perkiness than I had ever seen. I went back in the bathroom and gazed in the mirror. Now, I was radiating with a newly found energy. I felt so alive and invigorated that my toes tingled. The mere thought of dismissing my responsibilities for an entire day was exhilarating.

I took a good look at myself and decided I appeared to be more like forty than my genuine thirty years. My business hair and makeup, not to mention this stuffy conservative suit put age on me. I pulled the pin out of my blond hair and let it cascade down to my shoulders. It had been so long since I physically and symbolically let my hair down.

I took off the jacket of my Donna Karan suit, unbuttoned the top button of my white silk blouse. I looked younger already. I turned to the side so I could see the profile of my body. My breasts were as full and pert as ever. Too bad I had to keep them tied down and under wraps in the work place. I was a shame that I couldn't show off my natural assets more often.

I quickly prepared myself for a day of leisure and fun. I was determined to savor and enjoy this beautiful day. Then I thought about the park. Every day, I looked down from the twenty-first floor at the tiny people taking pleasure in life in Central Park. I just had to take a walk in the park.

I emerged from my office building ten minutes later and took air into my lungs. It felt wonderful. As I made my way through the park, people seemed to be enjoying themselves everywhere. They had lives, unlike me.

I was getting a little tired of walking and spotted an ice cream vendor near by and grew excited. I had not had an ice cream cone in years; just fancy desserts like biscotti and compote. I half-ran over to the vendor and took a five out of my Prada purse. I asked for a double scoop of chocolate on a waffle cone. I paid the nice man and then turned around just a basketball materialized out of nowhere and struck the cone, smashing it into my white silk blouse. The ice cream left a big brown circle over my left breast. I was pissed and my precious ice cream was on the ground.

I looked up and saw the culprit coming in my direction. I wanted to curse him out, but I was raised well: people make mistakes. He was a good-looking man: about 5' 11" with steel blue eyes, dark brown hair and a fit, athletic perfectly tan body. I envisioned the type of woman he would date. I was definitely not the type of woman he was looking for.

He frowned. "I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm just fine." I smiled at him and pointed to my blouse. "Just a stain."

"Please let me buy you another cone. That's the least I could do." He picked up the melting cone and tossed it into the nearest receptacle. "Let me pay to have your shirt cleaned."

"Oh that's not necessary. Really."

He ignored me started searching for money. He paid the vendor for another cone.

"Thank you," I said as he handed me another cone and some money for dry cleaning. "The extra money is really not necessary." I tried to hand him the money back without success.

"Keep it, my treat." He said as he ran back to the basketball court with his friends.

I decided that my best strategy was to find a seat and eat my chocolate cone in safety. There was a park bench about thirty feet from the basketball court. I carefully made my way over and sat down.

I was sitting there savoring each lick of my ice cream cone while examining the rest of the men on the court. One man stood out from the rest. Not just because of his height (he had to be at least 6' 5"), but because he was the sexiest man I had seen in a good long time. He was a handsome black man with mahogany skin, ebony eyes, and deliciously lickable lips. None of the men on his team had on a shirt, but his muscles put the rest of theirs to shame.

"Damn!" I heard myself exclaim with lust.

Before I finished my chocolate cone, I was in severe heat. The ice cream wasn't cold enough and did nothing to cool me down. The creamy brown chocolate of the ice cream was analogous to his skin color didn't help things. I found myself fantasizing about this sexy man's hands, tongue, and everything else all over me. I finished my cone but didn't budge. I was captivated. How irrational, I eventually said to myself. This is completely out of character for you, Tatianna.

That may have been true, but that did not keep me from following this sexy black man when he threw his shirt over his strong glistening shoulder and started walking away.

I had no idea what I hoped to accomplish by following him like a schoolgirl. I kept a good distance from him. I was sure he had entirely no idea that I was pursuing him until...

"Why don't you just walk beside me?"

Was he talking to me? Regrettably, he was. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, staring down at me with a sexy grin.

"Excuse me?" was the only response I could utter.

"I Said, why don't you just walk beside me?"

"Why would I do that?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"It's better than following me." He smiled wider. "You are following me, right?"

"Don't be absurd!" I could not believe his arrogance. Even if he was right about me following him, he did not need to point it out. "What are you, some sort of narcissist or something?"

"No not at all." He swept a loose hair away from my face and I felt faint. He was turning me on so much that I was intimidated. "I am flattered, though."

"I can not imagine why," I replied, determined to keep some composure.

"I saw the way you were checking a brotha out on the court."

"Oh, were you just playing basketball back there?" I asked the question with a straight face. "I was not paying attention. I was too busy eating my chocolate cone." My body cringed as soon as I said "chocolate cone." I prayed he didn't notice.

"The way you ate it was a treat in itself." He licked his full lips. I wanted to lick them for him. "It made me wonder if you devour everything else like that."

"You're nasty!" I said in disbelief.

He moved even closer to me, and I could smell his sweat. Even that was turning me on. "And you are fine."

"And I was brought up better that. I do not tolerate men speaking to me in such a crude fashion. I only hold conversations with gentlemen." I huffed.

I could tell by the way his eyes furrowed that he was offended. "Then why don't you converse your self back in the opposite direction?"

"I will go wherever I please, thank you very much." I stepped around his large frame and started walking.

He took hold of my arm and turned me around. "Tell me, what would you like to do right now?"

"A good start would be for you to let go of my arm." I tried to free my arm, but he was too strong.

He began to walk, taking me along with him. "Let's go."

"Let's go where?" I questioned. I was being accosted in Central Park, and instead of screaming for help, I was asking questions. Not really a good sign.

"My place, of course. It's not far from here. Unless you would prefer we have sex right here in the park."

My God, his place? "You're a lunatic!" I lashed out at him.

"And you're fine."

I couldn't help but blush. After all, that was the second time he had called me fine.

He stopped walking, let my arm go, and eyed me seductively, "I bet you only wear La Perla lingerie, sexy sheer bikini with lacy matching bras." He folded his strong arms, looking me up and down. "On second thought. I see you as a thong type of woman."

"You don't know me at all," I stated as I felt my La Perla thong getting wetter by the second.

"But I'd like to." He raised his eyebrow and looked me up and down some more, making me feel completely uncomfortable. "Back to my analysis. I bet you only wear custom perfume, made only for you. Nothing store bought would be good enough for your sexy body."

"Are you finished?" I was insulted because all of his statements were true. Was I so transparent that a complete stranger could read me like a book? "Since you know so much, why don't you become a psychic or something?"

"I would rather do this."

He leaned down and slipped his tongue in my mouth. I instantly pulled away and slapped him across the face.

"How dare you?"

"How dare I not?" He smirked, rubbing his cheek. "I'm sorry, but I'm one of those people that embraces just how short life really is. To just let you walk away from me and risk the chance of never seeing you again is insane."

He was making complete sense to me.

"Besides, you were following me for a reason."

"For the last time, I wasn't following you," I stated fervently, determined not to be classified as a stalker. "I was just on my way to, to, to..."

"Yes?" He grinned, in anticipation of an answer we both knew I could not supply.

"Never mind. I don't have to explain myself to you. You're a complete stranger."

"Just answer me one question, and if you still want me to, I'll walk away and never look back."

"Fine." Please don't walk away, I thought. "What's your question?"

"Has any man ever made you feel the way you imagined it would feel like in your dreams?"

"What makes you think I have dreams like that?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Don't you want a man that asks you what you need, what you crave, what you yearn for, and actually cared enough to try to give it all to you?" He began playing with a lock of my blond hair, fingering it gently. "A man that not only talks the talk but walks the walk?" His fingers moved to my puckering lips and started tracing the outline of them. "A man willing to move heaven and earth to make sure you get just as much pleasure out of making love as he does?"

"Stop it." I moaned, slowly stepping away from him. "Please stop it."

"I'm sorry I can't." He closed the gap between us again and put his strong arm around my waist, using his other hand to hold my chin up so that I was forced to look in to his sexy brown eyes. "I want you, and I don't even know your name. If you don't want to, tell me. It's ok. Just come with me. Take a chance. Do something totally uncharacteristic in your life."

My heart was racing to the point where I could hear it in my ears. I thought about how far I was willing to take this as I looked deeply into his eyes.

"Life is about pushing past limits." He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then drew my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it for a few moments before releasing it. "Life is about doing everything you want while you still have a chance. Tomorrow is guaranteed to no one."

It took me only a moment before I began French kissing him with a passion like I never had before.

His place was as handsome as he was, a one-bedroom co-op design in a contemporary style. Decorated with rich browns, mahogany hard wood floors, masculine stainless steel fixtures, and vibrant reds accents.

"Your place is exquisite, who is your decorator?"

"Thanks, I did everything myself."

"It's picture perfect."

"I see something that is truly picture perfect." He grinned seductively at me. "I would love to take some pictures of you."

"You're insane!" I huffed.

He pushed me up against the open doorframe and palmed my breast through my chocolate stained blouse. "I'm not insane. I'm just horny for you. I want to spend the rest of the day getting to know your body, knowing every little tiny spot that excites you. Have you ever been tied up?"

He was insane! "No, I never have, and I never will be."

He smiled with that bright smile of his. "You don't trust me, huh?"

"I still don't know you," I responded bluntly. "Besides, I wouldn't let you tie me up if I'd known you my whole life. I trust no one that much."

"Well I trust you. I'll let you tie me up, if you want to right now."

"Your not serious are you?"

He started unbuttoning my blouse. "I'm very serious. Tie me up." He moved my blouse off my shoulders, along with my La Perla bra straps. "Blindfold me. Whatever pleases you pleases me."

I wasn't sure if I was numb or shocked at his statement. "Whatever pleases you pleases me." No man that I had ever been with had ever said anything close. I thought maybe that's why I had never had a man really please me sexually, give it to me really good, make me yearn for him every second that he was away. That was it! That was the moment I knew I was not leaving his place without getting him to please me the way I wanted.

I began helping him with my clothing, and within a few seconds, I was nude from the waist up. He rubbed my hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while I hiked my skirt up to provide easy access.

His ebony eyes gazed into mine, and my breathing became heavy. There was something about the way he looked at me. It was clear that he was a man about his business and that I was in for a hell of a sexual experience. I was ready for him to lead me to bed, but he shocked me by letting me go.

I watched him walk away from me and towards the bathroom, stripping along the way. He kicked off his shoes and bent down to snatch off his socks. Then he lost the shirt. I admired his well defined back sheathed in chocolate skin. I imagined digging my fingernails into it in the throes of passion. He let his shorts drop and stepped out of them, revealing form-fitting black Calvin Kline boxer briefs. My God, what an ass!

He stopped a foot short of the doorway and turned to me. "Why don't you join me in the shower? You can help me scrub something or possibly everything if you like."

I just stared at him, pondering how I went from eating ice cream in the park to contemplating joining this hunk of a black man in his shower. Life sure is full of curveballs. I decided to play a little hard to get, so I gave him a five-minute head start to make him wonder about my next move.

I entered the bathroom nude; the steam was so thick that I could barely make out the glass door of the shower. There he was, with hot water cascading over his ripples. The man was seriously chiseled, like a roman statue made of black marble. We seductively eyed each other for a few seconds before I aimed my eyes down and targeted his cock. His large, juicy black dick. Nice and meaty. Thicker than any I had ever seen in person. I licked my lips reflexively, just as I did before I had my ice cream cone.

"You see something you like, sweetie?" he asked teasingly.

"Maybe. Do you see anything you like?"

He reached out and ran his damp fingers through my hair. I moaned, not knowing where it came from. I'm just not a moaner.

"Come here, sexy lady." He lifted me up and in one motion pulled me into the shower. "I desire everything I see right here."

He positioned me against the cold glass tile, and the feeling sparked my desire even more. I straddled my legs around his waist and eagerly slithered my tongue into his mouth. He passionately accepted it, and I found myself moaning again.

Once we broke the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced, he lifted me higher and licked a trail across my right breast with his tongue. He drew my taut nipple into his mouth and sucked on my pink pearl. My nipples have never been so stimulated than they were at that exact moment.

He took a breather and whispered, "I'm a breast man!"

"I'm glad you like baby, are D cups enough for you?" I cupped them in my hands offering them to him.

He grinned this sexy little smile and let me back down. "Can you get my back for me?"

I was disillusioned by his actions. What happened to the breast sucking?

I soaped his back up for him. His body was more than admirable. I tried to recall the last time I had seen such a magnificent specimen of a man and quickly deduced that I probably never had. Even though only moments passed it seemed that he wouldn't turn around any time soon. I reached in front of him and began to caress his stiff dick.

This time he moaned, as I worked my hand up and down his thick shaft. I pressed my body against his and peeked around him to see the erotic sight of my pale hand stroking his chocolate cock. The contrast in color, the hot throbbing manhood in my hand did something to me. I do not know if it was just holding his powerful sex or the fact that I was finally letting go of the inhibitions that came from being reared by my bourgeois parents, but I was suddenly motivated at that point. Motivated to indulge in the most passionate sex of a lifetime.

He turned around to face me and buried his tongue into my mouth again. His kisses were sweet and powerful. I caressed his chest and placed small kisses all over him as I got down on my knees in the shower. My hair was doused with water from one of the multiple showerheads. I didn't care. I unquestionably would not be returning to work that day. I've never had the craving to suck a man's dick before. Even with Trevor who I had been with for a year, I might have sucked his six times during our time together. But the mere thought of taking this magnificent black cock into my mouth made me shiver. I gazed at his king-size Snicker bar, surveying every chocolately inch and every pulsating vein.

"You look scrumptious," I told him.

"Well, don't let me stop you from partaking in your pleasure." He grinned, and thought it seemed impossible, his dick became even harder inside my hand.

I my tongue reached out and sampled his essence. "Umm, that is delicious!" I said with great satisfaction.

Before he could retort, I took him deep, and he pressed his hands against the glass tile to keep his balance. The water made it easier to slide him in and out, and I kept taking in more and more. I relaxed my throat fighting the sensation to gag on his dick. I used my two fingers and my thumb to guide his cock deeper so I could get him all the way down my throat while free hand caressed his heavy balls.

He began to tremble, and I sensed that he was about to explode, so I released him from my mouth and started licking up and down the shaft like a lollipop. He was still a stranger, and I was not yet ready to let him cum in my mouth no matter how much I yearned to taste it. I finished him off with a few seconds of two handed stroking. He exploded on my chest with the thickest most powerful stream, glazing my breasts with his cream. I continued to milk his cock as I massaged his essence all over my breasts.

"Damn, woman! I knew you were something from the moment I first saw you."

I did not comment. I stood up and leaned back against the tile, opened legs and my juicy lips with my fingers and began to touch my sex in a slow circular motion. Masturbating in front of a man for the first time.

"Your turn," I lifted my eyes from my own sex and began staring deeply into his deep brown eyes.

He did not hesitate to get on his knees, and placed my thigh over his right shoulder. My thigh wrapped around his body tightly like a silk white ribbon around an ebony gift box. He buried his tongue in my pussy. I threw my head back into the stream of steaming water, raising my arms to steady my trembling body.

My pussy had been an entrée a few times, but never fine dining experience. Not until that day. He ate me slowly; savoring each lick, pleasing my cunt in away that it had never been pleased. He even licked and tongued my ass, a feeling I soon discovered I exceptionally enjoyed. I came violently all over his face and tongue. Twice!

We giggled as we leaped from the shower, fighting over the same towel. I finally yielded the towel to him and ran into his bedroom, burying myself under his plush cranberry comforter.

He jumped into the bed beside me. "Let me have some of that."

"You have the towel." I leaned over and kissed his smooth dark shoulder. "And you can have me, too, if you want."

"Oh, I think you know I want you."

He smoothly moved on top of me and started kissing my lips. "There is one condition," I said, whispering in between his kisses.

He looked into my eyes. "What's the condition?"

"You have to wear a condom."

He got up and retrieved a condom and returned to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, opened it, put it in my mouth, and secured it on his exquisite dick. He was impressed with me, and so was I. My girlfriend had told me how she did it on her boyfriend and I scoffed with disdain when she told me. I owe her an apology and a thank you for such a sexy move.

I threw him down on the bed and straddled him. "I want to be on top," I said.

"Whatever pleases you," he said.

I leaned down and gave him a kiss. "Just what I wanted to hear."

I rubbed his swollen head between my luscious folds and then guided his dick into me. It filled me up, and I had to pause a moment breathing in deeply to get use to the size of his sex. Then I started moving slowly as he palmed my alabaster breasts and squeezed awaking my nipples. I lowered them to him so he could partake and got into an erotic rhythm.

After that, we did not speak another word for an hour. Not while I was riding him. Not while he took me from behind and pulled me back deeper onto him by grabbing my hair. Not while we pleased each other orally again, this time swallowing his mouth-watering essence. Not while I dipped my fingers into myself and let him suck my velvety pussy juice off them. Not while I slowly guided his dick into my ass realizing a naughty new pleasure zone. We just immersed ourselves in the fervent experience.

He fucked deep, and fucked me to sleep. By the time I awoke, I could see the sun setting from his bedroom window. I glanced at the clock by the bed saw that it was after seven. I felt behind me, where he should have been, and found emptiness.

I got up from the bed, wrapped a sheet around me, and walked out into the living room. His hand was buried in my purse.

"What are you doing in my purse?" I questioned him sharply.

He turned around, startled. "Nothing."

I stomped across the room and grabbed it from him.

He laughed uncomfortably. "Do you honestly think I would try to take something from you after what just happened between us? Is it because I'm black that you don't trust me? I really thought you was better than that."

"No, god no," I stammered.

I dropped my eyes to the floor and set my purse down. I felt ashamed because I did think he was trying to steel something from him and I hated myself for judging him no matter what color he was.

"Go ahead," he insisted, picking my purse back up and shoving it at me. "Check and make sure nothing's missing."

I set it back down and caressed his cheek. "I apologize for sounding accusatory. I'm just not used to all of this."

He pulled away from me and plopped down on the sofa. "I'm sorry to hear that. I was hoping you would be totally relaxed with me."

"I am. I mean, it was great. You were wonderful."

"Wonderful enough to see you again? To see you on a regular basis?"

There it was, the dreaded question that I wasn't sure how to answer at that moment.

"I can't," I replied, deciding honesty was best. "You and I, I don't know. I just don't think my family would understand."

"So your family would be ashamed of you seeing a black man? Is it your family that you're going to be sleeping next to at night? Can they make you feel the way I feel?"

"I sat down beside him and pondered on that. "Good questions." I really wasn't sure if my family would look down on me if I were with a black man. Maybe it was all in my head.

He took the sheet off me and teased my nipples. "Tell me your name."

"What's in a name?" I pouted.

"My name is James."

Part of me wanted to tell him my name, my history, my goals, my desires. The other part, the sensible part, told me to just seize the moment. So, I did. I seized the moment, and I seized his semi hard cock, taking it into my hand and rubbing the chocolate shaft to prepare it for round two.

"Let's do it again. Please James." I lowered my head to his dick licked it tasting our mixed juices and paused. "Maybe this time I'll tie you up."

I did tell James my name after I tied him up that night. I found out that he had placed his number in my purse that night. I guess he sensed that I would not be a woman to take chances, but I did. I saw him again the Friday after. He met me in my office after hours with roses in hand. He stripped me down naked from behind, bent me over Salina's desk, ate me out from behind and then fucked me magnificently.

I turned over a new leaf and took more chances throughout my life. The chances I took in my career really paid off. By the end of the year I received a huge bonus, doubling last year's. The chance I took introducing James to my family went off with out a hitch. They have welcomed him with open arms, including my mother, who I was the most worried about. The sexual chances I took with James gave me orgasmic pleasures beyond my wildest imagination. Now I'm about to take another leap of faith with James by accepting his proposal in marriage. I can't believe all of this started from a serious chocolate attraction.

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