.. please... in the bedroom... ?"Diane's request was not only denied but I barely registered those words till afterwards. Instead, we became a tumble ...of limbs and clothing as I found myself above and between Diane's spread soft thighs upon the cool spotless hard-wood floor.My dick was free and painfully hard as I held it as if my hand knew the path better than my one-eyed hungry love pole! The skirt was getting in the way, my jeans and underwear down around my knees hindering my movements.... Much as I tried to shut it out and simply focus on how hot the girl was, I was always overcome with a strange, unexplainable euphoria when I was in her company. Sex with Amy and Corrine was a blast, to be sure. But just touching Elizabeth was pure bliss. Even doing something utterly innocent, like holding her hand.I refused to put a name on this feeling, because I feared I already knew what that name would be, and it wasn't a word I was ready to deal with right now. I tried with all my might to. The following year she met several guys on the Internet who shall remain nameless here. She met well over twenty-five men that one year alone. Four of them men were Black.The fourth guy she ever met was her favorite though. He had a cock the size and thickness of her first dildo. King had a big black monster. Or so she said. She told me that when she first saw his cock she was astounded and she'd said that she had thought those stories about big cocks weren't true. That only fake cocks were. "it's alright Saul. I trust him now." Thomas hugged my arm as she said this.Saul nodded and took up the strain of moving the cart, and Genius gave a smile and then darted away as a wolf.I looked down at the girl snuggling up to me. "Why did you say that you trusted me now?" I enquired.Her face took on a far-away look. "I've seen your heart, and I can feel your anguish when you fight. I also know that you will protect me."I patted her arm. "I hope you're right."Private Journal of Harold — King.