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Authors name: Yellow Girl (fallllen_angel@hotmail.com)
Story title : Voodoo Sex
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Voodoo Sex
by Yellow Girl (fallllen_angel@hotmail.com)
A quick edit by Jason
***
I have always wondered... Is voodoo real? (MF, intr,
reluc, magic)
***
I went to the African/Caribbean club "Kilimanjaro" one
night with my sister. The place was crowded with tons of
African and Caribbean immigrants moving their bodies to
'Buju'...
My sister immediately got asked to dance by a short
little Jamaican guy. I went to the bathroom to check my
makeup and hair. In the restroom it was crowded with
women talking to each other in 'patois'.
I left and went back out the dance floor. I went to
search for my sister, someone grabbed my arm really
hard. I turned around to see a very tall, kinda slender,
dark African man. He was absolutely beautiful... I was
enamored by his unique fine features, and his thick
African accent as he said, "Hi, I am Ebrima. Dance with
me."
Something inside me could not resist. I danced with him
to some song by 'El General'.
His body and mine grinded together in perfect rhythm to
the beat. He moved with such ease.
"What is your name?" he asked. I could barely hear him.
"I think you asked me what my name is? I can barely hear
you in here, so noisy," I said loudly.
He grabbed my hand and led me outside to the patio with
black iron tables, and cool wind breezes. We sat there
beneath the tall street lamps. I could get a better view
of his face. It was more beautiful than it was in the
dim lit club. His face was so smooth and unblemished
deep blue/black chocolate and his lips were full and
sensual. His hair was cut extremely short and neat,
which accentuated his face even more. His eyes were
cutely slanted, hmmmm, and he smelled soooo clean and
fresh!
"I love your eyes, they are green?" he asked me.
"Thank you. Well a lot of people think they look green,
but they are actually hazel green. I think you have
really pretty eyes too. I like the shape of them," I
smiled.
He took my hand and asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Well, yes I actually kinda do..." my voice sorta
trailed off. I was being honest. I knew this was wrong.
Why was I doing this? I had a boyfriend, and this was
cheating.
But something about this man intrigued me so much. I
couldn't understand what it was. Sure I was a black
woman, and I didn't buy into myths, but was it true what
they said about black men? That myth about how big it
really is and...
"How old are you," I asked.
"I'm 25" he said. So, he was three years younger than
me. Hmmmm...
"So, do you have a boyfriend?" he said again.
"Unfortunately yes," I answered him.
We sat for minute, very quiet.
"I had better go and search for my little sister," I
said.
"I will help you," he said politely. I was so impressed
by his offer to help me. We searched and searched and
could not find her. I was almost in tears, and he handed
me his cell phone "Why don't you call your mother and
tell her what happened. I am sure she will be worried,"
he suggested.
"Thank you," I said tearfully. I called mom and told her
what happened. She told me not to worry, that my sister
has a mind of her own.
"Why don't we go to another club?" he suggested.
We went to a techno club and danced and danced and went
to the outside garden and smoked some herb. Everyone was
smoking herb and dropping acid. As we sat near the
fountain laughing and he kissed me. His kisses felt
perfect. I loved the way they felt.
"Please kiss me again," I breathed.
We kissed and kissed like forever began right there. oh
it felt so wonderful, the way we kissed and kissed. I
didn't want to stop.
"We had better stop, otherwise it could lead to
something else, " he warned politely.
"Yes, you're right," I said.
He drove me to my apartment parking lot. We sat in the
car as he handed me a paper with his address and
telephone number.
"Call me," he said.
"I will, thank you for a wonderful evening," I smiled
happily.
I went into my apartment feeling dizzy and speechless.
We talked on the phone the next couple of days. Then he
asked me on the telephone, "Will you come by my place?
I'll cook for you if you do."
He was staying in a hotel suite out in the east end. I
stood at the door, reluctant to knock. I was feeling so
nervous. I finally mustered up the courage to knock. He
opened the door immediately.
"Hi, come in please," he said.
I walked in and he gestured for me to sit on the sofa. I
sat down as he went back into the small kitchen. He was
cooking already. He came back with a glass of juice for
me.
"Thank you," I smiled at him.
"You are welcome," he said.
We sat down to breakfast and talked about our
backgrounds and family.
"I lived in England for a while but I am from Gambia,"
he said. He went on about the traditions of his culture.
His accent had no hint of British influence, it sounded
thick and very African. He told me how some people there
practice voodoo, and how some are Christians. He told me
that he practiced voodoo sometimes before to help him
win soccer games back in Gambia. We laughed and laughed
about it.
"And you are from where? You are a mixture? Your skin is
very bright yellow," he said, looking hard at me.
"I'm black, but my ancestors are mostly Creole and
French, from New Orleans," I said. His hand touched my
bobbed, honey blonde hair softly, "Oh, like the
Senegalese. You have beautiful hair and face," he said
to me.
"Thank you," I could feel myself blushing.
He told me of how there are women of mixed races in
Gambia too and how he found them attractive. I could not
get over how good-looking he was... like a work of art.
The food was very good. It was eggs and potatoes and
pork and rice. Something about it made it irresistible
to stop eating.
"You are an excellent cook," I said.
"Thank you," he said.
Somehow we got back on the subject of voodoo again. I
told him how a lot of people back home in New Orleans
practiced it... but I didn't buy into it. I've always
had mixed feelings about voodoo.
He started telling me a story of a woman in his village.
He said that it is very common for some people such as
old women without a mate, to put voodoo in the food. The
person that eats the food with the voodoo will be in a
spell, following the old woman for days and days in a
complete trance, unable to stop it.
I was shocked, but continued eating. Then suddenly, I
became so sleepy and dizzy.
"Would you like to lie down? Are you okay?" he asked.
I started feeling very cold and I went over to the bed
and laid down. He lay down next to me and flipped on the
television. I felt this urge, this want to kiss his
lips, I could not help it. When I looked at his face, so
youthful and sexy, I kissed his lips... we kissed and
kissed... I pulled away.
"I know that you want me," he said.
"What? How can you say such a thing?" I said
embarrassed.
"Because its true. Isn't it?" he said.
I ignored him. I laid my head back on the pillow. Then I
looked at his face, and he moved closer. "You want to
kiss me more eh?" he asked with a quirky smile.
"NO! I don't!" I said. But then I moved close and kissed
his lips and again and again... Ohhh god!!!! I couldn't
stop! I couldn't stop kissing this man's lips! What was
wrong with me!?
Before I knew it, his hand was on mine, guiding it to
something very, very, rock hard... and huge inside his
jeans!
I felt the outside his jeans, it was an enormous bulge!
Oh my god! "It was true! That myth must be true." I
thought childishly. Feeling curious as hell, even though
I am black, I had never been with a black man.
Especially from the motherland. And this curiosity was
eating me up inside like crazy.
"Oh my god! Its so... BIG!" I breathed. I started
thinking back to the trouble I had with my ex and his 5
inches. I had thought his was big. Then my current
boyfriend was around 5 1/2 or 6 and I thought that was
huge!
"So, uhm... how big is it?" I asked stupidly. I couldn't
believe I was asking that. I was so embarrassed. "Uhmmm,
never mind," I said.
"No, it's okay to ask, I am 11 inches," he said.
I could not believe this! "This man could literally rip
me to pieces with one thrust!" I thought with more of my
childish sadistic thoughts. I moved my hand away.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
I didn't want to explain to him about my boyfriend being
overseas, and I didn't want to tell him how long it had
been since I'd had a dick inside me. And I REALLY didn't
wanna tell him how tight my pussy was, because that
would just make him want do it even more. So I said, "Oh
uhmmm nothing, it's just big, that's all," I replied.
"Let me see something," he said as his fingers went up
my white miniskirt, and inside my panties. I yelped as
he tried to penetrate me with a finger. "Wow, now that
is tight!" he said.
I felt so embarrassed. "No it isn't," I said.
He kissed my face and lips. It felt so good. His hands
were touching my shoulders so nicely... ahhhhhhhh... it
felt so incredible.
He was on top of me then, still kissing me.
"Uhhh wait! no!" I said startled.
"Shhh, I'll be gentle, I promise," he whispered as he
slid my skirt up higher and pulled off my panties. I
closed my eyes as the head of his enormous big dick
pressed against my tight pussy hole. I breathed and
breathed to try and take it. I whimpered as it started
to push inside. He kissed my neck and face whispering,
"Shhhhh..."
It went inside further, and then he thrust...
I couldn't move at all, and the pressure felt so strong.
I tried to get my breath again, and began to sob. He
pushed it gently in and out and the pressure began to
lighten a bit. My pussy was gripping him with such a
force! The sensation kept leaving me breathless. Ohhh
the feeling was something I had never experienced
before!!
I felt my shirt being lifted over my breasts as he
pinched and played with my stiffened nipples while
thrusting and thrusting in and out. It was amazing...
Until I blacked out completely.
**
I awoke sitting on the couch. He stood in front of me,
handing me a glass of juice. What was going on?
"Thank you," I said, confused, my voice sounded far off
and dreamy in my head.
"You're welcome," he answered, and went back into the
small kitchen to finish cooking.
My vision was very blurry...
"Come. Sit at the table," he said.
We sat down to eat. I looked at his face, I had this
unexplainable urge to kiss those sensual full lips of
his again. That seemed to be all that was on my mind
completely. I was feeling so dizzy and so very horny...
again...
"Are you alright? He asked, "Would you like to lie
down?" he asked.
His voice seemed to echo in my head...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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