I can't say where I would be in life today had I never had the chance to discover the sheer thrill and pleasure that is a beautiful black pussy. I don't mind a small pussy or a hairy black pussy so long as it is clean and well kempt. There is something about the beautiful lips and clit of an ebony princess that nothing else can compare to - and it all came from one experience.

There is an old version of me that only messed with the fellas.  A fine ebony Brother was more likely to catch my eye than his equally fine girlfriend or sister. One day, however, I laid my eyes on the most beautiful, sensual honey-colored being I had ever laid my eyes on and she led me to thinking and (later doing) things I would have bet against on any other day.

She caught my eye at, of all places, work. She was perfect in my eyes. A kinky, natural ponytail pulled halfway through with a few wisps at the neck that I eventually learned moved easily when you breathed too close to them. Her stomach was flat, yet soft and yielding and her hips were strong and supple. She had the legs of a racehorse and I learned later that these legs were only one small indication of her sexual stamina.

This woman, she stole my breath the day she cut in front of me in line and brushed softly against my black breasts as she swiped her ID card to clock in. For just a moment, the rearmost part of her ass was pressed against the fabric covering my bush and I wanted her. Did she like women? Who knew? I needed her.

This is where my fantasizing began and where my life as an ‘average straight black female' ended. She went into the bathroom.  I went into the bathroom. We both peed.  That is where the kinky stuff began and ended in reality.

In my head, things were different. I followed her into the bathroom, pressed her body against the door, and kissed her before she could say or do anything. Of course, I would give her the chance to object, but she wouldn't. In my mind's eye she would pull me closer so we were breast to breast, pussy to pussy and she would be able to feel my clit throbbing from desire pushing through the drenched folds of my dripping wet African pussy.

She would know that I wanted her and guide my small hand down her jeans to the crevice between the folds of her equally small black pussy and allow me to enter her, to taste her, to fuck her. After that day, she would be mine. You've been waiting to see Miosotis Claribel fuck so here she is fucking with Cherokee D'ass.

I never had the opportunity to make this fantasy a reality.  Not with her. The way I imagined her was good enough for me and I carry that fantasy with me to this day. Maybe I will one day make it a reality.