Brigitte, like her sister Black Mama, was quite on the ‘darker side’, but beauty cannot exist without a flaw. The flaw itself is the beauty. And her strength lay in her beauty.

Of all the great fools in the world, I was the greatest. I knew her.

She was extremely attractive and appealing with sharp features and a slim face. She had an upright nose, the eyes of a wild impala, lips shaped like Cupid’s bow, and with pearl-white teeth and dark black hair almost falling to her waist. Her silky voice was honey to the ears and spread music far and near.

Endowed with a fair complexion, she would have been the song of many a heart.

She took charge of her chores and had reserved all her attentions to me only.

She would often fight with the other maid if they ever provided any service to me. Her gravest duty was to make herself available to my slightest gesture, without any inference.

She came to my room on the pretext of carrying out household duties and bent unnecessarily so low that half of her breasts, her shining auras, and a part of her nipples gleamed before my gloating eyes.

Soon enough, she became aggressive, arranged herself to be in my view, and exhibited her treasures to her greatest dexterity.

While wiping the floor, she completely pulled up her sari so high that

I captured a complete sight of her dark cunt and pubis, which was grossly spread with short hair. With every movement, the point of her clitoris twitched. The red-blooded folds of her cunt quivered, and drops of her lust juice trickled from her silky hole. My heart bounced and sprung on those presentations, and the spectacle served infinite pleasure and caused a justified erection.

I, to reciprocate her advances, opened the belt of my gown and brought into her view my groins and my erect penis, which waved to her eager eyes.

The exhibition of its immense sexual prowess portrayed my eagerness and assent to her amorous offer. She cast an avaricious look at the large dimensions of my standing, swollen prick. A colour of joy attracted her somber visage, and her dark eyes emitted sparks of passion, signalling her concurrence. She winked, made a vulgar sign, and went out laughing hysterically. I was strongly attracted by her gesture, but no fruitful connection ensued, and I was not able to reap the harvest of my endeavours as her sister always hovered around the house and was a great impediment to my impending ventures.

Brigitte, it was her custom to bring, at early morning, before the house stirred, a cup of hot tea with freshly picked roses for me. She would sit on the bed and with her soft fingers scratch my ears, sideburns, and continue playing with my hair until I woke up. She would then welcome me with a sensual, soft smile and present the flowers. That was highly exciting, and I made up my mind to take a decisive step. Gain or lose in the process.

One morning, she came to my room rather earlier than usual. I was in a very deep sleep. She became bold, scratched my ears, softly kissed my lip, and whispered, ‘My honey, you provoke and deny in the same breath, oh! What a heartbreaker you are!’ Her hand slipped into my shirt and teased the hair on my chest, and she, bending over me, kissed my cheeks and nimbly bit my ears.

I woke up with a start. She smiled, showered the rose petals at my face, and said, ‘Your excellency, your bed tea is here. Please open your eyes.’

The petals, wet with the morning dew, clung to my cheeks, forehead, neck, and lips. She did a most admirable deed. She started picking the petal with her lips, beginning with the forehead, then the neck, cheek, and finally from my lips. No sooner her chiseled lips touched mine, I knew the world anew.

‘The Cunning Rose Petal;

An impostor who cheated, the colour of her lips.

A thief who stole, the fragrance of her breath.’

I was engrossed by the light atmosphere of the room and her romantic overture. There was a violent jolt, and my erect prick slid out of the front cut of my pyjamas before her hungry eyes. I did not make any attempt to reverse the modality but waited for an equally furious reaction from her quarter.

Her eyes displayed ostentatious delight. She put her head on my chest, slowly wriggled, and reached for the coveted object, holding it softly.

With eyes intoxicated, she said in a sad voice, ‘Sir, you have a very deep friendship with your aunt Sophia and other beautiful maids.

Does my dark complexion deter you from such an approach?’

Am I not the Nightingale of the wild?’

Why then your fires for me so mild?

I have conquered men of great astute,

But couldn’t apprehend your attitude.

Am I unsightly, unworthy, or you unkind;

Or it be a strange malady of your feeble mind.

(AUTHOR)

I was very aggrieved at her statement and replied, ‘Thehue of the skin is trivial in friendship; it is the colour of the soul that prevails.

Would you like to be my friend? I asked covertly.’ She said, ‘My lord, it all depends on you.’ I embraced her and said, ‘Should you wish to extend our affections, then you would have to sink deep into the affair of hearts.’

She replied smilingly, ‘I would be as fortuitous as you may grant me.’

I was extremely joyful to get her as I always longed for a dark woman and wished to get one. I had not succeeded in the past, although I had made passes to many such women but always faced rejection. If a woman is black or ugly, it is never meant that she would give herself away to every young man who greets her. It was the first occasion that I had succeeded without even trying.

I said nothing but held her in my clutches. She was a little shy and tried to break the hold, but I did not pay any attention to her struggles and kissed her. She replied vigorously and sucked my tongue so energetically that I believed that I had not known a woman yet.

I lifted her shirt, uncovered her belly and chest. Two black billiard balls jumped before my eyes. The breasts were large, very shapely, the nipple small and erect, and the dark halos widely stretched with excitement. I placed my hand on them and pressed powerfully. They were unexpectedly very hard and silky. She uttered a low whine and me hugged tightly. I pushed my hands down and I proceeded to touch her cunt, but she recoiled and covered it with her palm.

With much effort, I lifted her petticoat, nipped her clit, and wanted to engulf my prick in her vagina. She resisted and said, ‘It is getting brighter. I would come at night than you may quench your thirst of desire.’

I did not pay any heed and continued my purpose, but she resisted.

Facing failure, I asked for less and said, ‘Darling, at least let me feast my eyes on your treasures.’ She smiled and said nothing. I made her sit on the table and pulled up her petticoat to inspect her cunt.

In the dark, I did not make much out of it but saw a pair of thick lips and a very hairy mound.

She bought my erect penis out of its confines and handled it like a toy.

I rubbed her clitoris with the head of my penis, and she groaned heavily.

I did not see it permissible to fuck her at that uncertain moment; therefore, I continued the fore play. She heaved and twisted my penis with all her strength.

I, in response, pushed my first two fingers into her love hole. She could not bear this unannounced assault and shouted, ‘Darling, what are you doing? Are you going to enlarge my hole?’ I smiled and continued with my fickle aggressions and pushed my fingers deeper into her cunt, and with my thumb, rubbed the thick head of her clitoris vigorously. She started trembling and kissed me passionately and said, ‘Darling, you are my king, please continue your attacks and enslave me forever, yes, darling, do it harder and quicker.’ She whispered in my ears, ‘Darling, I am all wet and ready for a fuck, but it is done best in the quiet of the night and not for now, it would spoil all enjoyment.’ I whimpered softly in her ears,

‘Oh! Darling, you should let me fuck you now, dear, let me taste your cunt and you may have a taste of my cock.’ ‘No, sorry darling, I too need a fuck more than you do, but it is much too risky. I shall come tonight when the coast is clear, and we may fuck each other till the night permits us.’

She kissed and sucked my tongue furiously, amused herself with my prick, and went away victorious.

She kept her promise and came the same night. She was like a statue carved out of black marble and was dressed in a pure white nightie which glossed against her dark complexion. A strong perfume invaded the room, and I imagined that she had come fully armed for the amorous game. With a smile, she threw herself on the bed. We, mad with lust, tore away our clothes and in a moment were lying naked in bed, mingling with each other.

I took a stock of her body and found that she was very supple and proportionate. Her breasts were large and full of life, the nipple protruded, and the dark halo around stretched in a wide circle. Her mound was thick and padded, and the pubic hair was freshly shaven. The lips of her cunt were thick, rough, and coarse, and the vagina, though not lax, stretched and peeped like a long tunnel, obviously the result of extreme fucking.

The thick, fat, and large clitoris, a full-blooded hydra aroused with the rage of passion, stood erect. It too showed marks of inclemency, brought about by the constant mishandling by males or self-satisfaction.

I took it in my mouth and sucked it vigorously. She whispered sharply,

‘Darling, you have awakened my sleeping passions, and I am awfully hot. Please extinguish this fire with your sperms. I cannot wait any more. Please let’s do the act.’ She made me sit upright on the bed and, entwining her limbs around my waist, pulled up her torso to bring her cunt closer to my penis. Then, taking my prick in her hands, she, with a vigorous muscular force, rammed it in her fanny.