Thursday, February 16, 2006

Black on White

A short story.

It's early Friday evening... I'm in grand central, and making my way onto the train.
I'm very particular about where I sit on the train, and usually get the same seat each day. But this train is different than the others (don't ask me why) and it totally throws me off, so I end up sitting in a three seater row.

There is a black guy across from me in the two seater and asks me if the train goes to so-&-so-station… He's young, 20ish and thuggish looking I answer him and proceed to sit down.A few minutes later, my cell rings... I get the worst service so I grab my bag and step onto the platform. I take the call and head back onto the train, someone took my seat, a black man in his 30's, wearing a suit. I sit down next to him he smiles and says hi (I’ve noticed people rarely do that on the train) I say hi, take my book out, put my ipod on…

A few minute later another guy sits next to me and guess what – he’s black.

First off, as many of you know men rarely sit next to me and when they do... bad things have happened:

Once I was groped and fondled, another time a man in his late 50's tried doing something like that... I've had a guy pretend to be interested in a business venture... (he was in the same industry) while he really just wanted to fuck me, another time this guy rubbed himself while sitting next to me.. Oh I get the fun ones!

Did I expect it with one of these men?I wasn't sure what to expect, yet something wasn't right... surrounded by 4 black guys on a predominantly white train… odd.

So here I am sitting between these guys, and that last one to sit… in his 40's nicely dressed.The one to my right (who had taken my seat) was definitely good looking; tall, strong look, sweet smile and obviously friendly. I’m usually not attracted to a black man, and to be honest I’ve never been with one.

I go on reading oblivious to the rest of the world, but I can't concentrate on my book while sitting between these two men. Oh and another thing about the train - body contact. There is very, very little body contact despite the fact that you’re practically sitting on top of each other. Therefore when knees or legs touch, immediately one moves their leg away.

The man on my left, his leg moved to mine so that it was leaning and he didn’t move it. About 10 minutes later, the man on my right moved his hand onto his thigh but in a manner so that he was also touching my thigh. Normally I’d shift or move so they'd get a hint to move themselves away from touching me... but I didn't. This slight bit of body contact and thoughts of the some recent conversations I’ve had with my new guy regarding interracial sex, the beauty in the contrast of color, and that natural dominance a black man would have to a white woman… well it all had me turned on. I’m thinking what an amazing coincidence it is that at this particular time, I'm seated between two black men who both are touching me in some sort of way. I was fully turned on, and even though they were both only lightly touching I was completely aware of it. There was a little something uncomfortable and weird at first, because it wasn't just one - it was both of them but I liked it. Maybe it was the dominanting feeling I got sitting between them, two tall good looking black guys, I’m between them, they're touching me, one's all smiling and hi at me, the other keeps glancing down my shirt and there I am thinking of them fucking me. It was overwhelming, such a turn on and I that submissive-ish feeling crept through me.

I went home to masturbate with thoughts of these two men leaving the train with me to go fuck me all the while my new guy watched. I’m not one who likes to be watched though I’ve fantasized about it… And with the right guy (possibly the new guy) this could be a whole new fun experience.

Will I look for black men on the train to sit next to now? Maybe I will… but then I’ll never finish a book ;)


Blogger Aragorn said...

Beautiful and very interesting. Love how your thoughts drift off, carried by fantasy and desire. - A

2/17/2006 4:50 AM  
Blogger Oswald Croll said...

I've learned your blog is much more fun to read if you are masterbating while reading it. Not that I masterbate...hahahaha. Just wanted to write masterbate over and over....since you started it.

I think I've had too much coffee.

Glad your writing again. Missed ya.


2/17/2006 4:16 PM  
Blogger Romantic Sex Addiction said...

Long time bloger, first time reader. That was a hot story. I'll be back to read some more of your posts.

2/18/2006 10:36 AM  
Blogger Brandon said...

Wow. Very hot story! I just have one serious question: Is your blog title referring to Madison Avenue in Madisonville, KY - the home of Annette and Robin H. Wyatt?

3/01/2006 3:09 PM  
Blogger Fan of Lust said...

Very erotic. There is something extremely sexy about black male skin against white female skin. Plus, the somewhat-still-existent taboo is a turn on.

4/05/2006 10:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

why is it that white women are either scared of black men or want them as sexually play toys? Have you ever looked at a black man the way you look at a white man...just a man? I am really trying not to be mean but to understand how your mind is working...

4/10/2006 12:05 AM  

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