La Escena de Amor: Numero Dos

	The candles are lit; the lights are dimmed; and the champagne and
strawberries are being chilled. Everything is perfect. Perfect for when the
man I love comes home from work.
	Things have gotten pretty tense lately since Demetri's big court
case. He has worked on this case for three months now, and every since
then, our love life has gone down in the dumps.  That's why I planned
tonight -- to reclaim the passion we had on our wedding night. If walls
could talk ....
	The door opens, and my big Black buck steps through it with his
striped white and light blue dress shirt collar open, and his light blue
polyester tie hangs from his neck untied. He is tired; I can see that. His
jaw hangs low and his beady brown eyes are drooped.
	"How was the case?" I ask.
	"Terrible. We lost. The man got off with seven million dollars," he
says in his sexy baritone voice, as he drops his mahogany briefcase beside
his fine oak desk and heads for our peach bathroom, probably to take a
shower. He closes the door behind him, which means that he doesn't want to
be bothered.
	I can see now that my plans for an orgasmic experience are ruined.
He doesn't even notice the candles or the champagne chilling in a bowl next
to the grat sheets of our kind size bed.
	"Baby, can you come give me a massage?" he yells.
	I stagger to the fuzzy orange-colored bathroom in our gray-white
master bedroom realizing my plans are crushed. I open the door, and to me
suprise, Demetri is standing on the middle of floor barefeet wearing a
hunter green mesh thong that complements his dark complexion. I look at my
African Don Juan standing on our "Georgia Peach" shower mat with his
see-thru thongs on.
	He has the body of a god. His tight calves and ass twitch of the
excitement Demetri and I are feeling. I can see his erect dick beckoning me
to taste its essence through the hunter green brief. I look further up at
his abs which are perfectly divided into six little squares. His chest is
as smooth and silky as a Dove bar. He reach his mouth to find a red rose
between his teeth. He looks like one of those Latin lovers.
	I am speechless. He looks at me and says, "Are you going to just
stand there?" after removing the rose from his mouth and placing above my
left ear.
	"I'm stunned. What can I say? I thought you were tired," I stutter.
	"Oh no, no, no, no, no baby. I'm tired -- yes. But not that tired.
Alex, you are mine, and I love you," he says seductively. He kisses me and
recites this poem he wrote about me on his way home. It talks about my dark
brown hair, my bronze skin, and my lean body. I am definitely in the mood
now. I remove the little clothes that I had on, and we head for the gray
sheets of our bed.
	We kiss passionately, and Demetri realizes that he has forgotten
something. He hops out of bed and picks up a bottle from his briefcase and
places it underneath the bed. Once he gets back into bed, he grabs the
radio remote control and clicks the play button. "Let's Make a Night" by
Brian Adams plays.
	"I want this to be perfect, Alex. Like it was before," he whispers.
	We kiss again. He takes off his see-thru green thong and throws it
on the gray carpet. We are both facing each other on our sides. Demetri
takes one of my deep-tanned legs and lifts it up as he clamors on top of
me. We kiss again, and at the same time, our oppositely colored dicks touch
each other. It tickles both of us, and we laugh.  He stands up on the bed
on his knees and lifts my other leg onto his chest with the other. He slips
his super unleaded gas pump inside my gas tank and starts to thrust. In and
out; in and out. Each time, the thrusting becomes more powerful and
powerful.
	As he releases the gas into my tank, now moving like a locomotive,
I yell, "You are my black beauty, my black stallion!"
	He goes, "Ride me cowboy."
	The rush. The excitement. The passion. Just as he reaches orgasm,
he bends over and sucks my cock. I grab his back in excitement and to keep
him from slipping from out of me. As I cum into his mouth, I grab his back
with such intensity that I scratch his back up.
	He laughs and says, "You like it rough, eh?"
	As things start to wind down, I relax and run my fingers through
Demetri's pubic hair.
	"It's not over yet," he warns as he gets the bottle he placed under
the bed. It's a Hershey's chocolate syrup. "For the strawberries," he
says.
	I reach over and get the strawberries from out the same bowl that
the champagne is in. He squeezes the syrup from the bottle, and it lands on
my abs and my navel. He takes a strawberry I give him and rubs it in the
chocolate. He does this a couple of times, but I can see he grows tired of
it. Eventually, he says to hell the strawberries and licks the chocolate
off of me.