Keshay other known as "Keisha" is one of the best lawyers in New York City. Her entire life she's lived a fast pace life, fighting to be the best and never allowing herself to be put 2nd.
What happens when she meets Senator Jaziel Mithen, a black hi...
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I walked into the house, her flowery scented perfume lingering on my clothes. I didn't even bother fixing my tie or rebuckling my belt. It's obvious I'm getting sloppy with it. Anybody could've spotted me but with each encounter I have to her I grow less and less afraid of the consequences of being seen with her. And each time it gets harder and harder to leave her, this time being the hardest.
Usually Keisha is so open with her body, her legs spreading welcoming me with open arms, her fingers digging into my back as I'm deep inside of her as if she's afraid I'd be gone again. And usually when we're done making love she clings onto me, laying her head on my chest and with sleepy eyes she fights the urge to allow sleep to take over. This time felt different, though she kissed me back and fucked me back it felt just like that, kissing and fucking. I could feel that she was holding back. And this time it wasn't her who clung onto me but me that clung onto her. As sleepy as I was I found myself staying up and admiring her. Admiring the way her neatly twisted dreads laid all around her face, the dark black color of her hair mixing in beautifully with the tan sheets, the way her brown melanin skin was on display, her dimpled backside and upper half the only part not hidden by the sheets, her soft plump lips that are usually in a pout these days were so relaxed, and her natural eye lashes only adding to that beauty.
Keshay Lewis is a goddess.
From the first moment I set eyes on that girl I was hooked, and from the second I was inside of her I knew that me and her wouldn't be something I could end.
I never considered myself to be a cheater, never saw myself being a man who wasn't loyal. That's until I realized how deep temptation could be, how hard it is to deny something that feels so right for you.
I remember when I'd first got with Emma, as stupid as it sounded I actually thought I loved her. My father convinced me that everything I wanted in a woman I'd find in a white one. As sad as it is to admit my adoptive family was and is very much "white washed". Growing up the most culture I'd been exposed to was in foster homes, considering I was only eleven when I was adopted that culture was soon washed away too. I grew up not knowing my own history really, never listening to RnB, never watching historic black movies like Crooklyn, The Wood, Best Man, and etc, never tasting actual soul food. Looking back I've never even tasted food with love in it, the food I ate was cooked by some white chef who was trying to make it perfect so he or she wouldn't lose her job. And my adoptive mother is a white woman, and though she never treated me any differently because of my race I could tell her hatred towards black women.
Rebecca would always side eye black women whenever we were out, our entire staff consisted of other races besides black people, I even remember seeing her turn away black women during interviews and I knew deep down inside it was because of the color of their skin. For some reason she respected and held black men at a higher standard, now that I'm older it's clear she has a fetish for them. The way she would always worship my dad, but would down talk their daughter Cassidy. Telling her that she wished her hair was straight like hers and not "wild" or in other words "nappy". Or how she wishes she'd gotten blue eyes like her and not brown eyes.
