Ebony Lady- Zoubaida (Romantic Africa) (eBook)

Zoubaida

Oscar Luis Rigiroli (Autor)

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2017 | 1. Auflage
290 Seiten
Oscar Luis Rigiroli (Verlag)
978-0-00-000956-2 (ISBN)

Infos

Do you love interracial romantic thrillers? Ebony Lady -Zoubaida will awaken your innermost fantasies.

A torrid erotic romance between a distinguished African lady and a young white man. After living in New York they travel to Central Africa where her family holds positions of prestige and power.

Familiar, political and dynastic interactions take place in the middle of bloody struggles between different ethnic groups. In the subsequent exile the characters are forced to make critical decisions based on their social roles. These decisions reflect their personalities and goals  and have a profound impact in their lives.

Ebony Lady is essentially a romantic novel with a dramatic background due to the violent environment. Its epic tone highlights the dilemmas in the struggle for freedom, happiness and self-realization of the black woman. It immerses into the characters to explain their behavior in all its complexity and contradictions.

This book is part of the series Steamy BWWM Romance Novels

You will love this novel.

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SHE HAD BEEN CONTEMPLATING him over breakfast in the spacious lounge on the ground floor of the hotel. She had seen him for the first time one week before, along with one of the older women whose sexual needs he was without a doubt satisfying. He didn't have the muscular and athletic appearance of other gigolos she had seen before but there was something in him that drew her mightily. Thin and very high, with an undisciplined but not very long blonde hair he had a somewhat fragile although manly appearance. His features were fine and correct and at the distance it seemed that his eyes were clear. He did not exceed much the twenty years.

The woman looked at him fixedly from her own table and finally managed that their eyes crossed. The young man realized that she was looking at him and he looked at her briefly but then surely by shyness he lowered his eyes.

“Insecure, odd trait in his profession.” Thought Zoubaida. “I don´t think that it is by racial prejudice.”

The woman had taken her decision and wouldn't reverse for a timid reaction of the young man. With natural elegance she rose from her table and turned resolutely to his. The eyes of the other guests, mostly men, stood in admiration of her magnificent silhouette causing the twitching in the ladies who accompanied them. Very tall and slender, with upright bust, narrow waist and prominent buttocks, her black skin shone with strange blue flashes. Her head and facial features were an excellent sample of typically African beauty in the fullness of life; her walk was feline and she seemed to slip into space with pure grace.

The young man noticed that the woman approached him and stirred simultaneously excited and restless in his chair. He was accustomed to more or less veiled female approaches but who was now approaching in no way resembled his usual clientele. He had already seen her at the hotel in previous days and her sight drew and disturbed him at the same time.

The woman stood in front of his table, and the man reacted by standing up and moving a chair so she could sit.

“Good manners, he is not from New York. I wonder where is he from.” Wondered Zoubaida. After a few moments of shared silence they both began to speak in unison.

“We knew...?” He began saying.

“Why did you...” The lady temporarily interrupted her speech but finally imposed silence to the man, foretelling what their relations would be like from there on.

“Why did you turn your eyes away from me when we looked each other?” She asked

“I don’t know, it was an instinctive reaction.”

“Look at me now!”

Their eyes kept an intense look until each was dissolved on the other. The simple gesture of observing each other provided Zoubaida the information she needed. Without further preambles she told him.

“Follow me.” Then she walked without looking back. The man with certain signs of embarrassment followed her in direction to the elevators. Several people made comments in a low voice and the concierge of the hotel discreetly grimaced to another guest.

They crossed the lobby and entered an elevator that was arrested. The lady pushed the 14th floor button.

The woman opened the door of the room 1421 and noting a hesitant attitude of the youngster took him by one arm and gently pulled him inside. Then she dragged him to the bed and then pushed forcing him to sit in it. In absolute silence she unbuttoned her dress revealing her magnificent black body. She wore long white stockings up to the thighs, a brief panty also white and a bra that barely contained her breasts. Without delay she placed her body close to him, then took his head and approached it with their hips, then broke the silence and ordered.

“Pull down my panties... with your teeth.”

The man obediently took the edge of lace between his teeth and began the downward movement in the course of which his face slid over her black skin and soon contacted her short but not shaved pubic hair. Then he felt a sudden erection but continued with his task passing in front of her moist genitals. The movement went on until the brief garment was at the level of her thighs when he grabbed it in his hands and took it off her legs. Then he took the buttocks of the woman between his hands and got his face into her crotch. She set him aside with a sudden movement and pushed him placing him with his back on the bed, with his head hanging barely on the lateral edge of the mattress. Supporting one of her legs on the floor on one side of his head, and turning the other over the bed from the other side; she sat on his face putting in contact directly her sex with his lips.

Surprised but excited, the youngster began the task which was requested from him in such an obvious way. The woman pleased because her intentions had been well interpreted and accepted, began performing a soft rolling her hips while she aired unintelligible whispers.

The African began rocking more energetically and her groans almost inaudible at the beginning became louder and more frequent. After a few moments, however she found that in that position she could not reach the climax so repeatedly changed the relative position of her sex and his face. Finally, in the midst of an uncontrolled swing the woman had a deep and long orgasm.

Momentarily calmed her cravings she changed its stance kneeling on the pillows at the head of the bed with her hands resting on the wall and her legs bent at a right angle. Then she whispered something indicating the youth to continue his work. So they tested different positions until she underwent a second climax. Then the woman stretched on the bed, opened her legs and instructed:

“Now penetrate me, I want to feel you inside me.”

During the rest of the morning they copulated several times and then they lay exhausted side to side completely covered in sweat. Exhaustion finally overcame their resistance and excitement and made them sleep for hours.

Zoubaida opened her eyes and blinked several times. A slim ray of afternoon sunlight that filtered between cracks of the roller shutter hit her right in the face. She found herself embraced by a young man and what happened quickly came back to her mind.

She got out of bed being careful not to wake the man and entered the bathroom; all her movements were stealthy like a cat. Personal hygiene was meticulously performed and then she showered quickly putting on a robe on the naked body.

Then she returned to the room and sat in a chair facing the bed. Zoubaida looked at the sleeping man and set out to make a balance of what had happened, which she had postponed to be able to savor it at will. Indeed, the events of that morning were highly rewarding. She had been meditating about a change in her life for some time and was choosing which elements would be part of the new era. The week before when she had seen the boy for the first time entering a room on the same floor with a fat woman in her fifties, she had conceived the idea of including him in her network. Indeed she realized that she needed a stable relationship with a man in her life, and had fancied this particular youngster in the moment she saw him, but until that morning there were many questions about her ability and the wisdom to do so: could she tackle it with success? Would he be interested in a relationship not based on money? Would she be able to handle the situations that eventually presented to her will? Would he be the kind of vigorous lover that she needed? Would she wake up in him the devotion for her that she intended? Would he be a thug, or addict, or a violent sadist? Doubts assaulted her in droves.

Zoubaida felt very confident in her beauty, her body and the lure that her exotic features exercised in men, as well as in the firmness of her character to carry out her designs. She had almost always achieved the objectives she proposed to herself, but there was always an imponderable element that could fail. This time what she had achieved with the boy- whose name was not yet known and whose voice she had barely heard- exceeded her expectations. Her doubts and fears dissipated, Zoubaida knew that she could trust her instincts. Her sense of triumph was complete.

She sat down on the bed, stretched a foot and introduced the thumb in the mouth of the sleeping man. He turned on the pillow but one of Zoubaida´s most relevant features was the persistence in her purposes. He finally woke up, looked at his foot opened his mouth and allowed her to introduce the finger. Then the woman smiled but withdrew the foot.

“I am really pleased for your instincts but I just had a shower. In addition, we must retain some fire for tonight. Now I want to ask you some questions and hear your voice.”

He sat on the bed and stared at her for the first time; however he remained in silence.

“What's your name?” The woman took the initiative of the conversation.

“Cristian.”

“Your accent is not American. Where are you from?”

“Argentina” His answers were always succinct.

“So you're also away from home. How old are you?”

“Twenty-two years.”

The woman was doubly pleased by the confirmation of her conquest youth. 

“How long have you been in New York?”

“Almost a year.”

“And how did you get here?”

The young man blushed slightly.

“I came with... a...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 4.2.2017
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-000956-3 / 0000009563
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-000956-2 / 9780000009562