You have to work really hard to maintain the delicate equilibrium of a long distance relationship in order to make it work.  The time apart, the distance, the lack of stability can wear on anyone’s nerves.  Even under the best of conditions, fragile long distance relationships can disintegrate, even if both parties want it to work.  Add to the mix the pressures of an interracial relationship and it would seem virtually impossible for a couple to make it under those circumstances.  Chris Henderson and Michelle Givens seemed to be the exception to the rule. 

They met quite by happenstance.  Chris was in Atlanta on a business trip.  While he was checking into the Hyatt, minding his own business, he noticed a woman carrying a rather large painting, trying to navigate the heavy glass revolving door of the lobby with a large canvas.  He ran to her assistance, holding the side handicap door for her like a gentleman would do, his midwestern manners integrating well into his temporary southern residence. 

As she passed, sparks of electricity singed his very soul, igniting a chemical reaction that could have caused an explosion.  She maneuvered her heavenly body through the door, positioning the painting as a barrier between them.  For a brief moment, they both froze, maintaining intense eye contact.  Chris took in every detail.  Her butterscotch colored skin was flawless and her naturally curly hair was pulled tightly on top of her head and exploded in a poof of curly q’s.  Her full, sensual lips looked so inviting, her smoky eyes were captivating, and her fragrance smelled like a delicious blend of fruit and flowers.  They stood eye to eye, taking in details of one another, held captive by an immovable force of attraction.  As she eased her way past Chris, she whispered the words, “Thank you,” softly.  Chris watched her lips part and he was captivated by the way her pink tongue seemed to sensually caress her ruby colored lips and sort of make love to her words. 

“Whoooo was that?  Do you know who that woman is?  She’s breathtaking,” Chris asked the desk manager, staring back at the doors, watching the captivating woman delicately arranging paintings in the back of a plain white van. 

“Oh, that’s Michelle Givens.  She’s the director of the Apex Museum here in Atlanta.  They lend us paintings for the lobby every February for Black History Month.  I have her business card and a brochure here if you want to check it out.”  Chris fingered the card, distracted as he watched her drive off.  The manager added, “Yeah, she is pretty hot,” as the two men shared a moment of appreciation for her beauty. 

Barely able to concentrate, Chris couldn’t wait to pay a visit to the Apex later that afternoon.  He was trying not to look conspicuous as he browsed around, trying to run into her again. 

“Did you see something you were interested in today,” Michelle queried as she approached him? 

Chris turned to face her and was again overwhelmed with her professionalism, sophistication, and sheer beauty.  He took the flirtation ball and ran with it.  “Very much so.  In fact, I was so overwhelmed by the beauty of what I saw today, I had to make it my business to come and let you know personally.”  He reached for her hand, held it to his lips, and kissed it softly.  Michelle was overwhelmed by his charm in that moment and the rest, as they say, is history. 

The two became rather inseparable from that moment on, at least every time Chris was in town for business.  They would dine together, go hiking on the weekends; Chris would even attend all the events Michelle coordinated for the Apex.  He was extremely proud of her and it became increasingly more difficult to return to Fargo after they would spend time together.  North Dakota became bland in comparison to his time in Georgia and was losing its appeal the more Chris realized that Michelle was his soul mate. 

It was their perfect, symbiotic relationship the fueled them.  Neither of them had to compromise themselves or their identities to be with the other.  Chris loved that Michelle was so unconditionally supportive of him and his endeavors.  He felt like he could accomplish anything with Michelle by his side.  She loved that she could be unapologetic in her blackness and not have to conform to an identity outside of her comfort zone.  They just fit well together. 

It was sexually, however, where their compatibility went off the charts.  Never before in his life had Chris met a woman who understood his desires and matched them so perfectly.  Every fantasy, every fetish, every kink, Michelle mirrored in delicious desire.  It was as if they were created from the same erotic mold. 

The time spent apart was becoming more unbearable.  After nine months of long distance love and what was sure to be a tumor forming from endless hours of talking on the cell phone every night, Chris was contemplating ways in which he could make the relationship more permanent.  He fingered the ring box in his pocket nervously as he deboarded the plane.  Michelle was there to meet him, looking as stunning as ever, and her eyes lit up when she saw her man struggling with his two carry-on bags.  He took her in his arms and held her close.  It never failed that every time he saw her, he felt the same jolt of electricity in his body as the first time he laid eyes on her.  She kissed him rather sensually and every man in business class that was behind him felt a stab of lustful envy.

Michelle seemed to be particularly excited to see Chris and she was anxious to get home.  She let him take the wheel and she sat in the passenger seat and wasted no time lowering her mouth to Chris’ lap and removing his hard cock from his pants, sucking him while he was doing 70 miles per hour on I-75.  He was trying to concentrate on driving safely but it was damn hard to do that with his incredibly sexy girlfriend giving him the best head of his life. 

He pulled the car into her garage and he was practically undressing before the ignition was off.  Michelle had other plans and left Chris in the carport to get his belongings as she rushed inside with a mischievous smile on her face.  Chris unloaded his bags, brought them inside, hung up his coat, and made his way to the kitchen, being led by the aromas of a fabulous seafood meal that was simmering on the stove.  He was opening pots and inhaling delectable smells when Michelle approached him from behind.  “Welcome home,” she said.  Chris felt so at home, so at peace, he was reminded of the important question he wanted to ask Michelle.

He turned around and was caught off guard as he took in the full image of his ladylove.  She was wearing black latex thigh-high boots and a matching latex bra.  Completing her outfit was a black strapon dildo sticking out from her body.  He felt a lump in his throat and instinctively dropped to his knees.  He wrapped his lips around the hard black cock and looked up at his lover.  She placed her hands on the back of his head and guided him to suck it.  Turned on, she started pumping her full hips, fucking his mouth as Chris struggled to free his raging hard cock from his pants, stroking it in time to the pumping his mouth was getting. 

They were both too turned on to make it to the bedroom so Michelle pulled his hair gently, signaling for Chris to stand up.  She bent him over the kitchen counter and reached for a bottle of olive oil to pour on her strapon.  There was something primal about fucking in the kitchen, with his pants around his ankles and his face pressed against the cold granite.  Chris looked back at Michelle, pulled his asscheeks apart with both hands, and said, “What are you waiting for, girl, FUCK ME!” 

Never one to disappoint, Michelle lined up the head of the Ebony strapon with his pink hole and pushed forward.  She was slow but she was relentless, not stopping until every inch was buried deeply in Chris’ ass.  He started grinding, squirming, and begging her to fuck him harder, deeper.  They were grunting, groaning, moaning and fucking like animals.  “Yeah, you like this hard cock in your slutty hole, don’t you baby?  You love me fucking you like you’re my little bitch.  Or would your prefer a real dick?  Is that what you want?  You want to get fucked by a real thick, stiff, hard dick?  You want hot cum shooting deep in your asspussy?”  Michelle clearly knew all the right buttons to push for her man to turn him on. 

“Fuck me harder!”

“Take it deeper!”

“Fuck!”

“Shit!”

There was no stopping the endless string of profanity and the intense heat that the sexy black and white pair was giving off.  Michelle was like a machine, pounding him with a steady rhythm, using his asshole for her pleasure.  Chris was about to explode, in love with the sexy woman with whom he was so connected, literally and figuratively.  He could smell her pussy, wet with excitement.  He could feel her black hard cock deep inside him.  They were both rushing to orgasm.  Michelle was like a woman possessed and Chris was a like a crazed slut.  He was fucking her back and begging her like a desperate slut for her to give it to him deeper.  He stroked his cock; it was aching it was so hard.  He shut his eyes tightly and reveled in the pleasure he was experiencing in every pore of his body as he felt the sensations overtake him.

Michelle kissed him softly and pulled him towards the bedroom for rounds two and three.  They were sure to enjoy all sorts of sexy and loving encounters in the upcoming week.  He scrambled to pull up his pants and check for the ring he would present to her later that evening, assured that he had found his perfect match and the end to his long distance love. 

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