Maybe in astonishment, he didn't kiss me back. Out of the blue, I put a hand behind his nape, forced him to lower his head and kissed his mouth. So I can do to you whatever I want, and you'll do whatever I command you.He was about 20 y.o., taller than me, muscular, very dark-skinned. I watched him for a while, until he noticed my presence. And I knew (you know what dreams are like) he was a slave. He was wearing only a loincloth, and washing the floor.
A black boy, who was turning his back on me. I walked slowly through the corridors, till the living room. It's just fiction but, if this bothers you, STOP NOW! It contains raceplay, homosexual sex, rapes, racial insults ecc. Warning! This story is not politically correct.
