I was hooked, like an addict. I was getting high off his supply. Nothing ever felt so good then being pleased by him. Quinton knew exactly what I loved. No one could compare to his skills. Oftentimes, I felt bad about what we were doing. He had a wife and I had a boyfriend but he could never compare to the euphoric feeling I received from Q.
He had a stocky frame, all muscle different than what I was used to. But all I wanted was to embrace him. Everything felt so right when we were together.
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A Black Girl Speaks 