Living as Four (Polyamory and brown skin)

Pictures of you, Pictures of me

Dear Katiya,

My roommates and I were pleased to see your reply. I will cut right to the chase. The three of us have a very particular living arrangement. Mira, Copia, and I are lovers. Our fourth roommate Sandra was also involved in their relationship with the three of us. Unfortunately She had to leave due to wanting a different lifestyle. We miss her dearly and are searching for someone to not only pick up her part of the rent, but also to be apart of our relationship.

I understand this is an interesting proposition and in spite of your sexual orientation, I also fully understand if you feel this is something you do not want to be a part of.

Attached is a picture of the three of us. I am the one in black, Mira is the little one and Copia is the one in an orange jumper. Sleep on it please, and if this is something you are interested in, do email me back with a photo of yourself. It looks like we are both on a tight schedule, and I for one would love to get this sorted out as soon as possible. If you want to pass, the both of us clearly have more searching to do. I look forward to hearing from you.

Best, Netarute.

I opened the attachment and found three gorgeous girls staring back at me. The photo only showed them down to their thighs but that was enough for me to be enraptured. Even though it was only a photo I could feel her dark chocolate eyes piercing through my soul.

The curves of her lids are almond shaped elongated by a cat wing extending from both corners of her eyes. Her white eyeshadow was a made to be a hue on her darkened ash skin. I could taste the bitter cocoa on my tongue reminiscing the last time I'd seen a shade of brown so deep. I swallowed.

Her nose plump and prominent gave way to her full lips. Encased in a blackish brown lipstick her full lips shined, drawing the attention from anyone who looked her way.

Ripping my eyes away from her face I busied them on her attire. Netarute said she was the tallest one in the group wearing a white lace bell sleeved crop top with high wasted turquoise green pants. She was hella fit. Hella fine and just my type. The closer I looked I think could see so defined abs peaking out from her high waisted jeans. God I was in heaven before I even saw the rest of the girls.

Mira was the cutest creature on earth. Cute Cat eyes shaping her grey corneas. makeup enhanced but still effectively had me seized. She had twisted dark brown hair, spun into bantu knots all over her head.

Her eye brows were painted on to form a desired arch. Her nose was plump at the bottom but unlike Netarute her bridge was tiny. Miras' mouth was covered in dark purple paint. Her smile was endearing presented between dark lips. Her skin was the color of moroccan clay, brown and supple with tones of yellow that went on smooth just like whip cream.

The dark purple of her lips matched the color of her billowy sleeved crop top. She had a small waist where it allowed here to cinch her cream colored parasuit pants on top of her hips just below here belly button. The outfit was stylish, but it didn't make her look smaller than she already was.

And then there was Copia. She made me think of Hawaii for some reason. Her skin was creamier than Mira's. As if moroccan clay stayed on in the sun too long and got stripped of its pigment. Her skin reminded me of a yellowed hued Sahara desert.

Her hair was dyed white with a curl pattern the size of 4C. Hair length rested at her shoulders and her afro framed her face well. Her eyes were near slits as if trying to keep the sun out. Her eyes chocolate brown like Netarute except with a lot less like a void sucking me in. Though there was a depth. A painful murkiness in her eyes that I knew I would not be exempt from.

Her full red lips were matte pursed in, ' Imma badass an I know it' position. Her nose was in the shape of a triangle plump a the bottom but a nice flare down from the top of the bridge. Her orange and black striped jumper fit her waist and encompassed her hips delightfully. It was also off her shoulders exposing her left tattoo. Damn I love tattoos, maybe I could get a recommendation from her.

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I reclined back into my seat realizing that my hands were shaking. Stretching my arms overhead I wrung out my hands and undid the tension in my arms. Then I twisted around in the chair and decided once I was ready I would read the message over.

Scanning the message again I thought. 'Could I do this? Would a relationship starting like this even work out in long term? Could I sleep with my totally roommates no questions asked?' Of course I'd enjoyed fucking multiple people and going on a myriad of dates, but I had never been approached to enter a relationship like this. (Cue the one time I fucked a married couple. Kinky bastards.)

I wondered for a moment if I could even get wet knowing that I had to for my roommates. Would I be at their beck and call? Now I might be thinking too far. Being a sex submissive is not what I think is going on but obviously I need some clarification.

I continued to stare at the picture. These women were undeniably hot, cute and homey. I wondered why they could have a hard time for searching for someone and then a I quickly remembered, polyamory is not a common thing in the United States media so of course people would shy away, but they were all so beautiful.

Even through a photograph they exuded confidence and sex appeal. If their personalities matched up to mine then I think I could do this but I know I have a hard time connecting with people that aren't on my wave length emotionally. Conflicts in principles and values seem to be a turn off for me.

So when a connection does happen they got immediately into my contact list. I sighed, distracting myself. My eyes traveling up and down Netarute for the fourth time. She was my fantasy. A dripping mahogany goddess walking up to me only to push me down on the bed and take me to another galaxy. She would prowl. Creeping up on me slowly and all that time as her palms crawl up my skin.

Im entranced by her deep brown eyes. Once her nose is touch mine I feel one warm finger touch my ... I shot up on my feet. My chair sprawling behind me. It was like my dream had come to life, and it was incredibly erotic. Trying to cool my breathing I paced my breathes. An hour passed as I contemplated the message itself. Eventually I decided to drank some tea and take a shower.

I plopped into my seat braiding the last on my hair down the back of my head. The water occasionally dripping from my forehead on to my Pajama shirt. Drying off my hands on my fuzzy polka dotted shorts I returned to the keyboard. Shifting around my computer to find the sexiest, but modest picture of myself, with my mom and dad in the canal in Italy. I attached the file and wrote a message back.  

AN~

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