black_maestra
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Thinking of starting a new story about an African American woman working at corporate level getting sucked into bdsm in an Asian based country.
Think I can pull it off. I love interracial shit.
Those who are following my "Obsessed with Ember" story, I am still working on her dilemma. Her story seems to be a maybe a 4 chapter reluctant/romance tale. Got get a new editor though. Anyone interested let me know.
Readers, this is slightly near the middle, just wanted to get some responses and see if this catches a like.
Lydia smiled and gently shook her head no to Yuanlong. He smirked a bit, realizing the mocha beauty with full lips and slight almond shaped eyes not to different from his had just turned him down. He tipped his head, turned, and ambled down the hallway taking the stairs two at a time. She felt bad, she just wanted friendship. Lydia was about to close her door when her door was shoved back into her shoulder, knocking her back nearly stumbling over her own feet.
“What the…” she could barely say before suddenly realized who had forced his way into her small condo.
“Mr. Okada? What are you doing here? Why’d you push into my place? Have you lost your everlas…” before she could finish two more men followed him in behind him closing and locking the door. The sound of he door’s latch being slid into place seemed to set her in motion. Lydia quickly turned and ran toward her kitchen, her first thought… ‘Get a kni…” Before she could even enter the next room, an arm snaked around her middle and snatched her into the air just as a hand covered her mouth.
All that ran through her head, ‘this wasn’t real,’ struggling against the man restraining her.
“Got her Tak?” Asked Toshiko, as he scanned her small living room as if he were missing something and a visual would remind him if he spotted it. Seeing what he had cased her place for, he suddenly snorted, and smiled as he went to collect Lydia’s cell phone.
“You wont be needing this… ever.” Toshiko flashed her a knowing look as he pocketed her cell. “Wait a while before taking her out. I saw Yuanlong just leaving her place, and I don’t need his sense of the duty getting in the way, what you Americans call? A Boy Scout? Yeah, Toshiko liked that comparison, he was sick and tired of Yuanlong damn Boy Scout ways and how his uncle lapped it up.”
Think I can pull it off. I love interracial shit.
Those who are following my "Obsessed with Ember" story, I am still working on her dilemma. Her story seems to be a maybe a 4 chapter reluctant/romance tale. Got get a new editor though. Anyone interested let me know.
Readers, this is slightly near the middle, just wanted to get some responses and see if this catches a like.
Lydia smiled and gently shook her head no to Yuanlong. He smirked a bit, realizing the mocha beauty with full lips and slight almond shaped eyes not to different from his had just turned him down. He tipped his head, turned, and ambled down the hallway taking the stairs two at a time. She felt bad, she just wanted friendship. Lydia was about to close her door when her door was shoved back into her shoulder, knocking her back nearly stumbling over her own feet.
“What the…” she could barely say before suddenly realized who had forced his way into her small condo.
“Mr. Okada? What are you doing here? Why’d you push into my place? Have you lost your everlas…” before she could finish two more men followed him in behind him closing and locking the door. The sound of he door’s latch being slid into place seemed to set her in motion. Lydia quickly turned and ran toward her kitchen, her first thought… ‘Get a kni…” Before she could even enter the next room, an arm snaked around her middle and snatched her into the air just as a hand covered her mouth.
All that ran through her head, ‘this wasn’t real,’ struggling against the man restraining her.
“Got her Tak?” Asked Toshiko, as he scanned her small living room as if he were missing something and a visual would remind him if he spotted it. Seeing what he had cased her place for, he suddenly snorted, and smiled as he went to collect Lydia’s cell phone.
“You wont be needing this… ever.” Toshiko flashed her a knowing look as he pocketed her cell. “Wait a while before taking her out. I saw Yuanlong just leaving her place, and I don’t need his sense of the duty getting in the way, what you Americans call? A Boy Scout? Yeah, Toshiko liked that comparison, he was sick and tired of Yuanlong damn Boy Scout ways and how his uncle lapped it up.”
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