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By Dessert Bandit (perdido_y_solo@yahoo.com)


I had had many negative experiences with women over my entire academic career, and was never really able to have sex until age 21, and then only because I asked my godfather in Honduras to hook me up with someone for the sole purpose of loosing my virginity. That night was a disaster.

The woman I was with enjoyed my first time more than I did, because I wanted the experience to be special. I took special care that the lady enjoyed herself. She was the first woman I was penetrating after all, and I wanted to treat her well. Needless to say, she had four orgasms (I felt her pussy squeeze my cock).

I on the other hand, felt nothingI came in her without feeling anything. The ejaculate just kind of, shot out, but no orgasm for me. I was pissed that I actually got more enjoyment from masturbation 4 nights later. I was so depressed and disappointed that I didn't even want to think about women.

Furthermore, my whole perception of women had changed dramaticallywhen I was a virgin I was pissed because they seemed to spread their legs only for assholes, but when I lost my virginity and realized that pussy is grossly overrated as a physical act, I became pissed of at the fact that most girls have an exaggerated opinion of their goods. Fuck man, I realized then that close connections and a meaningful relationship is what I needed to have true pleasure. It was in that state of mind how I met, Safiyah.

As the summer term was beginning in my University, I went through the usual routine of signing up and doing all that red tape bullshit for classes. I had a negative attitude, negative thoughts, I hated girls, and only wanted to study.

With that bad attitude, I got settled in and the next morning I went to my first class. Being a Psychology major, I knew all my classes would be packed with girls, but my attitude, I knew, wasn't gonna help. That and the fact that psych major girls see psych major guys as "effeminate" given how most guys tend to go for more "masculine" professions like business, or engineering. At least in my school, and from my perspective on things.

I sat there, a few girls smiled at me, I smiled back, very quickly and cynically, but I mostly ignored the bitches; then she walked in. Safiyah; early 30's, with a Marylin Monroe physique, well rounded and firm, full lips, oval faced, with a long, graceful eagle nose, full lips, big eyes, and black wavy hairshe had the eaglelike features so often associated with Arabs. On a man they doesn't look that good, however, the same eagle features, only without the beard, with the bonus of the soft skin, and the overall softer nature of the female, looked downright gorgeous on her. She had light olive skin, perfectly smooth and she wore a modest dress that attempted to hide her curves. But to no avail.

I knew her breasts were only about medium sized; I have a sixth sense for those things. Even though her curves did not show that well, I knew, I just knew, there was a gorgeous body underneath therewell rounded, but not full-figuredthe image of a classical Greek statue in the flesh. This was no girlthis was a woman. She entranced me and I was determined to get good grades in the class the moment I saw her. I figured that since most professors like students who get good grades in their class, I thought getting good grades would be the best way to get into her good graces, and hopefully, later on, something else.

As she lectured, I could barely focusimages of two naked bodies straining in the act of love kept repeating themselves in my headover and over. I could think of nothing else. Her voice was like a beautiful song to my ears, hearing her broken English, that sexy Arabic accent, drove me insane. And her eyes, whenever they looked in my direction, stung my heart with a horrible pain. As class began to be over I made it a point to be the last one to leave. When everyone left, I went over and talked to her, "Hi," I said awkwardly.

"Hello," she said, obviously puzzled.

I stood there like a dumb-ass, silent, not knowing what to say.

To my embarrassment she simply lifted her head in realization, knowing full well what I was thinking, she simply smiled and said.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

With a broad smile she simply picked up her things and walked outvery confidently. Here the difference in our experience in the game of love was obviousshe was messing with my head. I knew it. But what was she doing? Did she return my feelings? Was she merely flattered? Will she take further? Is she intrigued? I was going crazy.

The worst part of it all, I could not tell for sure whether her pupils dilated from her being attracted to me or not. With a girl with lighter color eyes it's easy to tell whether her pupils are dilated, and thus displaying attraction. However, her eyes were so dark it was almost impossible to see her pupils.

That night I hit the gym hard. I made it a point to burn myself out. Later that night, I wacked-off until my nuts were so sore I had to put ice on them the morning after. I couldn't get her out of my mind. I managed to get my homework done, and given how it was a summer course we had a test on the Friday of that week.

Thank heaven, I aced it; big time. 110% from extra credit. Given how she was an impossibly hard teacher, and that the highest grade next to mine was a 75%, naturally I though it would get her attention. That it did as she told me, in her broken, and oh so sexy, English; "You seem to be a hard worker Mr. David, since you like my class so much you will be given a much larger research assignment to do, and you will have to cover more chapters!"

I was frozen. The text for the class had very small print and it gave me headaches reading it the way I did.

I had so much rage, and I hated her so much.

Why was she doing this to me? Didn't she know I liked her? Didn't she know that I wasn't merely going to mount her, do my thing and then leave like most young guys do? Didn't she know, that I was falling in love with her?

Oh God, I burned with lust and rage at the same timeI wanted to tear of her clothes, suckle her breasts with force and thrust my cock into her full force, and watch her face as she felt me slide in and out of her.

All she did was smile. A wicked, sadistic, triumphant smile. I went home to my apartment, filled the bathtub, poured a couple of ice buckets in the water, and I jumped in. The water stung my skin and it gave me major shrinkage. Even though I had larger than average genitals, after about an hour in there I looked like a Michaelango paintingif not smaller. I dried off and got to work for the big day.

This time around she gave me a test with multiple choice questions that were impossibly ambiguous, with all 5 choices very close in wording but very different in meaning, topped off with 10 essay questions with 5 parts each. By the time I got to the final part of the final question, I looked up. She had stayed with me the entire 2 and a half hours it took to finish the test, and she had a look of pity on her face, how long she sat there looking at me like that, who knows.

I think it was then she and I both realized I had fallen in love with her. Don't anyone dare call it infatuationas a Psychologist I know the difference love and infatuation. I wanted to get good grades in her class to please her, I didn't give a shit about it having to do with my academic performance; all I knew, was that good grades made teachers feel good, and I wanted to please. Yes I desired her, but what man doesn't desire a beautiful woman? A woman with great beauty I might add, very intelligent and experienced in the world, and sexually desirable to boot.

I remember one of the girls asking if she was marriedshe said she was divorced, twice. Once from an Arab man when she was a young woman in her early 20's, and again from an American guy in her late 20's. I am Arab myself, but that didn't matterI was born and raised in Honduras, and culturally, I considered myself Latino. Lucky for me though, that unlike most Arab women, she was open-minded to dating men of different cultures. This is America right? Either way though there lied the key wordmen. In her eyes, I feared, I was only a boy.

All these thoughts passed through my mind as I continued writing. Then I heard footsteps in my direction, and then, I felt a warm hand grab my writing hand. The feeling sent an electric pulse throughout my body, making me gasp, and I felt my dick growing into an erection.

"That's enough" she said. "I'll give you an A for the test and the course; please, never come to class again."

For those who know the feeling of a broken heart, you know exactly what I was feeling when she said that. I began to tremble, and I made an impossible effort to keep my lips from trembling. She simply grabbed the test, put it in her brief case, and walked of, very straight faced, yet, with a hint of slight disappointment, which I did not understand.

That aside, I stuffed everything inside, and went to my apartment, where I couldn't hold it any longer. I began crying tears of rage and I screamed into my pillow, repeating why, why, over and over, asking myself what I did wrong. This lasted for about 3 hours, and finally, when I calmed down, I went over to my computer and checked my e-mail. Safiyah had sent me a message.

It simply said "meet me at the gazebo, at 10:00 p.m. tomorrow."

I was so upset I didn't feel like going.

Needless to say I never showed.

A month passed and the first term of summer was over.

From then on and most of the summer I tried hard to get my mind of herI invited several, very attractive girls to my room for sex, and right when we got naked I could never get it up. My mind was so bent on Safiyah, and my feelings for her so strong in my memory no woman could get me aroused. Many girls walked away angrily, and I was frustrated, all I could do was work out and wait out the summer. So strong was my desire for Safiyah, that I couldn't bring myself to even jerk of. I wanted the real thing; I wanted her. The build up of desire was making my nuts swell with sperm with each passing day. It was at the beginning of the second term that something happened.

At the beginning of the second term, on an unusually boring Sunday night, I lay on my bed staring at the ceilingI was only wearing a pair of blue jeans with boxers underneath. I got up, looked in the mirror and saw the 7% fat, six pack body I had worked my ass off to get. For those of you who aren't fitness buffs 7% bodyfat is about as lean as a those male models you see on magazines. I don't want to brag but... I am good looking enough that most girls either react to me with nervousness or snobbery.

Whatever the case, that did not help melting Safiyah's heartfor her, I focused more on being a mature, responsible person capable of getting good grades so I could prove to her that I was a man in spite of the fact that I was only 21.

While those thoughts were going through my head, it was then I heard a knock at my door.

It was Safiyah. She was wearing a casual dress, quite old fashioned, and a long coat over it. She stood on the doorway smiling.

"What do you want," I said callously.

"I just came to see how you were doing" she said calmly "I was wondering," she continued, "if..."

"GET TO THE POINT!" I interrupted.

She looked it at me a bit bewildered, obviously shocked by my behavior.

"Very well then," she said calmly. "I came to make love, I have not had a man since my last husband."

I was speechless. I felt like someone had just blasted me with snow from skiing too close, and then skied away laughing. A few seconds later though, I composed myself and said; "I thought divorcees go on fucking sprees between marriages" I pointed out in a deliberately cold and rude way.

She simply smiled, let herself in, closed the door, and sat on my couch and said "Western women yes, but not Arab womenat least, not in the majority..." I stood silent for a moment and then she continued, "however, when you reach a certain age, you forget what it was like to make love to a young manthe last time a young man made love to me was in my first marriage; that man was my first husband. I want the thrill of violating the conventions of my culture; you see, in Arab culture we think it is wrong even for widows or divorcees to have sex with someone they are not married toand many men see to it that their daughters or sisters don't have sex even as adults. However, my father and brothers are far from here, I have only been with two men, and it has been 3 years since I last had a man inside me. I want your tight body."

I felt my dick swell within my pants, achingly so at hearing her say that, and yet...

As she said this her demeanor was not seductive at allit was actually quite natural. She was very lady-like in the way she moved, and when she sat down, she kept her legs closed the entire time. It was my desire for her which aroused me. Indeed, barely being able to respond, I waited a few seconds for the embarrassment to subside. She noticed my erection and she smiled broadly; a very warm, and understanding smile. I stood there awkwardly, and finally responded, "Why me?" I asked.

"Why do you think?" she challenged

I realized then that her harsh treatment had all been a test to see how badly I wanted her. At least, that was my presumption at the time. However, realizing this didn't make me proud of my intelligence. Instead it pissed me off.

"You bitch! Why? WAS ALL THAT NECESSARY? DAMN IT I ONLY HAD GOOD INTENTIONS AND YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND LAUGH AT ME LIKE IT DOESN'T MATTER, WHAT THE HELL'S YOUR PROBLEM, GOD DAMN IT I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!!!"

I could feel tears running down my cheeksmy sexual desire for her was so strong and frustrated for so long that it took the form of rage and tears. My dick was rock hard, my desire to tear of her clothes and rape her hard too much to bear; yet I held it in. Even though I desired her, I also loved her. For the first time in my life, I was torn between love and desire.

I stood there crying silently, looking down at the floor because I could not bear to look at her; just one glance of her skin, I thought, would make my balls explode cum all over my pants. It was then, when I was crying from rage and desire, of a long held frustration, that she realized my feelings were sincere, and took pity on me for my masculine desires.

Still looking down at the floor I could hear her clothes sliding off her body. I looked up and saw that her panties were already on the floor; then she let her dress fall, and there she was. Stark naked, an Athenian goddess with well rounded, classical features, very well formed and proportioned. Perfect hips, perfectly round and firm breasts, and a nearly flawless ratio. Her hips were slightly broader than her bust, but the overall picture made it easy to overlook the flaw. She had a thick, black triangle between her legstangly and wavy, but not too long, her breasts were medium sized as I suspected, with perfectly proportioned pinkish brown nipples in the center. Though she only wore a touch of perfume, I could smell it; my senses had grown that sensitive from my desire for her.

She was smiling a warm, loving smile, almost maternal in its quality. She came closer, and I was about to say something, but she simply broadened her smile and put her fingers on my lips. She put her arms around my head and cradled it close to hers.

Then she began whispering something to me in Arabic, a soft cooing sound, that, strangely, made the pain go away. She then said to me, in her ever so sexy broken English; "You are too young and passionate for the game I played on you, I'm sorry. You must understand David, you are still only baby, you are not man yet. I don't care if you have made love to woman or not, that is not what makes a man a man. You have to grow, mature, and experience the world, suffer a lot, and work hard even while you suffer in order to become a man. It is when you suffer, and work hard even while suffering that makes you adult. Not sex, academic achievement, or financial gain."

"why are you telling me this? I can love you; isn't that enough to make me a man in your eyes?" I asked.

She took a deep breath and sighed, "You do not understand," she continued, "I am a woman, you are just a boy."

"That's not stopping you from taking of your clothes and offering yourself to me. I'm obviously man enough for that."

She became slightly irritated at that remark, but then composed herself and said, "Your body is young and strong, but your mind and heart have yet to mature, it is your innocent way of looking at things, yet your strong desire, that attracts me to you. Please understand that."

With that, she pulled away smiling, crouched down and pulled down my pants and underwear. Like her, I was now completely nude. My erection sprang free. It was about 7 inches long, which is only high average, but it was 6 and a quarter inches in diameter. He was a thick one, and because of that beautiful woman, engorged nearly to bursting.

When she got up I put my arms around her and held her close, making sure my dick pointed upwards so it would press against her body comfortably. I held her there for a long moment, breathing deeply, taking in the perfume of her hair, stroking the back of her head with one hand, while caressing her round, firm ass with the other. I felt my cock and balls caress the soft skin of her tummythe heat made her wince.

We swayed there for a long moment, the most beautiful in my life, and she made no protests, complaints or got impatient. She did none of the things a college girl would do; she knew what she wanted. This was a woman, a real woman with true experience, not from having sex with many men, but rather, having sex with only two men in her past, each one, for a length of time, each time, in a meaningful way. This was no wanton slut who spread her legs at the first man who seduced her when she got divorced; I believed what she told me, because of her intelligence and seriousness. Two of the things I most admired from her. At the same time, she was deliciously submissive.

I loosened the hug a little bit and then kissed her. She responded passionately. I could feel the warm fullness of her lips pressed against mine. Despite the fact that I was 21 and she was 32, nothing felt wrong about the act. I could feel her heart beating against my chest; she tasted the salt of my dry tears as she kissed me softly on and around my lips and cheeks, gently tasting me. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

The bed was large and comfortablethe apartment was designed for a married couple.

I lay her on the bed, and there she was. Stark naked under the room's soft light (I couldn't get over that body!). Her breasts were firm despite the fact that she had already had 3 children. She had long legs in proportion to her height, leading up to a black triangle of hair between her smooth legs, within which I could see her pinkish swollen lips. Since she was Lebanese and had very conservative Christian values, she did not parade around in small bathing suits, thus never seeing the need to shave down there.

As she moistened from arousal, instead of dissipating into thin air, her pubic hair retained her scent creating a pungent atmosphere. Her scent was intoxicatingit was perfumy, musky and acidic all at once, and it penetrated my nostrils so deeply, that the scent alone made my erection even harder, almost to the point of pain.

I gently slid my hands over her body, slowly, exploring her. I began with her feet, first licking and sucking her toes, then her calves, then her thighs which I stroked with my nose, chin and lips, getting dangerously close to her vulva, nibbling at her inner thighs. Nevertheless avoiding it, breathing over it, letting her feel the heat of my breath, but never really touching. Then I explored the area of her tummy with my lips and nose, getting close to the navel and making soft circles.

I then began licking the area of her rib cage, kissing and gently sucking on the skin. I explored each side, slowly, lovingly, painfully... tasting and kissing that soft skin, which I though, I would never taste again. I then began getting close to her breasts, and breathed on them, barely sliding my chin and nose over them, keeping a hair's distance between my skin and hers the whole time.

She was breathing heavily from the teasing, her vulva and clit were already swollenI began kissing the skin between her breasts, where her heart was. I kissed her there, softly. slowly, hearing her heartbeat and breath, feeling heart beats with my kiss. I finally reached the neck, and suckled on the napeshe moaned softly, the teasing creating electricity from my tongue's heat. I kissed the skin along her jaw, slowly exploring the outside of her face. I reach her earlobe, and flicked it quickly, making her gasp.

I then slid my left hand to her cheek, and held it there as I kissed her, ever so tenderly. I let the kiss last a long moment, as I slowly pecked and teased, but never letting my lip's warmth abandon her. I caressed her eyebrows with my other fingers with a very light touch, slowly, treating her face like a precious jewel, as I did with her body.

I then moved away from her mouth, and finally began to taste her skin. Hungrily this time every inch did I taste with my mouth, for long moments, kissing most of her skin, always avoiding her breasts, and the inside of her thighs, yet, getting dangerously close, letting my breath be felt in each of those zones. I used my nose once again to stroke her skin, then, as I made moves to get my tongue between her thighs, I asked to get on her stomach, to which she reluctantly complied. I began massaging and stroking her butt cheeks, caressing, kissing, lightly scraping them with my teeth. I massaged all of her back, legs included, and kiss-licked her spine from her tail bone, all the way up to her neck.

"No more, please," she whispered pleadingly. "I want you inside me!" she begged. I ignored her words, though I loved her right then, she was only a female body I wanted to please. She was mine.

I spent long, long hours exploring and stroking her body, tantalizing her, torturing herI intended to torture her the same way she tortured me. I told her to get on her back, then, without warning, I pinned both her arms to the bed, and enclosed her right breast in my mouth and sucked hard. She moaned loudly, and the tantalization obviously brought her over the edge.

I felt her warm vaginal fluids sprayed on my thighpinned as I had her, and she convulsed and tried to break free, but after a few seconds it was over, I could hear her breathing heavily. Then I let go of her arms. I lay my head on her chest for a short moment; wanting to hear her heartbeat again. She put her arms around my head and held me there, then I got up. Unable to bear it any longer, I climbed down on the bed and positioned my tongue between her legs, and, finally.. I kissed her inner thighs.

She was breathing even more heavily now, I could tell she was getting angry, but I simply kept kissing and teasing, breathing and feeling, soaking in the smell of her fluids as I kissed her inner thighs and fondled her breasts at the same time.

Finally though, out of compassion, and my love for her, I opened my mouth wide, engulfed her clitoris, and sunk my tongue into her vulva as deeply as I could, and took a slow, upward lick.

I heard her take a deep, sudden breath, and she made a loud gasping sound as she desperately took air into her lungs. I then began caressing her clitoris with my tongue, pressing hard, never loosing contact, and I kept fondling her breasts. She was breathing in very short gasps now, and I could feel her body tensing underneath me. I felt her warm fluid soaking my chin, some of which reached my neck, but I kept going.

I did not know how long I licked her, but I did feel her tense and moan more than six times. By the tenth time I stopped counting and just enjoyed the experience. Needless to say by then I had more or less figured out the timing of her orgasms, and right as one was about to start, I stopped.

My dick had been rock hard and outside her body for way to long; it was time to dive into her.

I put myself into position, guiding the thick head of my cock to her hairy, swollen pussy lips, and I pressed it hard against her swollen labia. Before I could do anything else though, she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me in.

I felt the warm, slimy moisture of her vagina swallow my cock, and with each disappearing centimeter I felt more and more of her heat wrap around it. I moaned and gasped as wet, slimy sounds filled the air, as more and more of my man-meat sank into her; I moaned as if it was the first time I ever felt the warmth of a woman.

Oh god if felt so good, the feeling of a warm, wet pussy wrapped around my manhood, and the friction as I slid into herthe best part being our age difference; I was sinking my cock into a woman that was 11 years my senior. A male penetrating a female, a show that, despite her being older than me, I was still a man capable of penetrating her body, of pleasing her, and, best of all, she wanted it. Male ego aside though, I loved her, the more of her pussy heat I felt, the more I knew it.

Her pussy squeezed my cock hard as centimeter, after centimeter of my rock-hard cock sank into her hot slimy love hole, the slimy sounds continuing to fill the air. Finally, I buried it to the balls. The thickness of my cock had her grimacing in pleasure and painshe obviously had never taken a dick as thick as mine before. Out of consideration, and desire, I didn't begin thrusting right away. I simply lay on top of her, joined with her at the genitals, and savored the sensation as long as I could.

She began to move her hips, which felt good, but I asked her to stop; "please no, no friction, no friction" I said gasping "I want to savor your warmth." What little movement she made caused me to get excited, but I kept control, though I must admit the slimy sounds of our joined genitals was almost too much to bear.

There we were, joined at the hip, my cock fully engulfed by this natural pussy, with the feeling of her slimy warmth completely engulfing my tool, her legs and arms wrapped around me, and absolutely no movement. Remaining rock hard, I began kissing her.

With no hip movement, on her part or mine, we kissed for long moments, savoring the joy of having our genitals joined, caressing each other's faces, feeling the tears flow from her face and mine. Between breaths as we kissed, I told her I loved her. I continued kissing her for a long time, not wanting to thrust, not wanting the moment to endwe kissed each other. On the mouth, on the cheeks, our earsall over the face. I could feel her caressing my butt-cheeks with her legs, and my back with her arms as we continued to kiss.

"ah... habibi..." she said, whispering things to me in Arabic I did not understand, yet felt in my heart from the union of our souls.

From there, I began suckling on her ear lobe and upper neck, gently, passionately, tenderly. Then, ever so slowly, I began to rock my hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her.

The now familiar slimy noise began to fill the air once again, the scent of our genitals and sweat of our bodies now pungent in the rooma delicious perfummy scent to us both, along with the sounds so exciting to hear.

The slimy noises got louder and louder, faster and faster, ever so slowly. I could feel her pussy gripping me as if she was gonna fall of cliff. She was gripping me, sucking me into her, the slimy noises squishing louder and louder each time she gripped me and sucked me into her.

She moaned soft moans that were barely audible, which I knew were from orgasms because I felt her cervix press the head of my cock. Each time her vagina tightened around me, her legs and arms followed. She held my head close to hers, whispering more Arabic into my ear between contractions.

She was whispering to me when, suddenly, her whispers were interrupted by yet another moanthis one much louder than all the others.

Her mouth was gaping wide open, her eyes were white they rolled so far back into her head... even then she was beautiful.

My instincts began taking overI could no longer control the tempo of my thrusts. I began thrusting faster and faster, the slimy sounds telling of my urgencyI began humping her like a dog in heat.

She knew what was happening, and held on to me tightholding me tighter than ever with her arms and legs so I would go in deeper. I thrust harder and harder, the slimy sounds getting louder and faster, faster and faster. The heat and wetness of her pussy was finally too much to bear.

Wave after wave of my hot sperm sprayed her cervix and vaginal walls, I could hear her moan loudly from the shock and pleasure she feeling as her cervix and vaginal walls were massaged by the hot gentle jets of my cum. I felt like I was spewing liquid fire mixed with electricity a sweet sensation that spread throughout my body as I sprayed more and more of my hot seed into her, the build up of a whole month of frustration from my desire and love for her. Her pussy squeezed me hard, milking my cock brutally hard as if it was hers. Then, with a clenched jaw and a grimacing face, I squirted my final, and very large, load into her. After a couple of thrusts and squirts, I finally collapsed.

My first orgasm inside a woman; I knew for sure, then, that I was in love.

I lay on top of her for a while, feeling her hand stroking the back of my head, tenderly, almost maternally. We were still joined at the genitals, my cock was loosing its hardness very, very slowly. She kissed me on the cheek, and then said, "Thank you, you are a nice young man, thank you. The girl you marry will be very lucky to have you."

"You mean you don't lo..." I responded, but then she pressed her index finger to my mouth, "Sssshhhhh, don't talk, kiss me."

I complied. It was a long, tender and passionate kiss.

Many minutes later, my cock finally began getting too soft for comfort, so I pulled out of her. She grimaced audibly at the sensation, as did Iour marathon love making had rendered our genitals extra sensitive.

"I do love you" she admitted finally, "I'm sorry I could tell you sooner," tears ran down her face. It was then I realized, that, girl or woman, all females need tenderness.

I smiled and exited and happy smiled and kissed her while I dried her tears. When our kiss ended, ever so slowly, I lay back on the bed, I felt her snuggle close to me as she rested her head on my chest, and we drifted of to sleepsleeping more deeply than either of us had ever slept before, or since.

Nine months later she gave birth a beautiful baby boyour son was a little version of me. It was as if she loved me so much, that when she conceived our son she made him that way, as a present to me. Not that it mattered; he was our son, and his mother loved him more than her children by her two previous husbands.

I graduated college, went on to grad school and got my master's degree, and later as time and resources allowed, my PhD. During this time we left our son in the care of my parents while I studied and she worked. He became very attached to both, us, and his grandparents.

We did marry shortly after I got my masters, left the kid with my parents during our honeymoon, and, later on, had four more kids after that. Two girls, and two boys; both the girls and the youngest boy look like Safiyah, while the second boy looks like me, just like his older brother.

As of today, with our children grown, and I see streaks of gray on her black hair and our desire for each other wanes with our youth, I still love her deeply. I think back, smiling as I do, to those hot, numerous, and wonderful nights of passion. I also think of that deep love, which remains with us, even now.

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