The amazing thing about New York City is the noise. From way up high, the city never sleeps. The traffic buzzes through the streets like so many bees, heavy on the taxis, a bold rush.

We just got back from the theatre, the fast cab, and we're starting to get tipsy from the vodka tonics. It's so late, and my feet are sore, but I haven't undressed yet because I know what's coming and I want it. The silence has settled, comfortable- we picked the show apart, all the performances, nuances and design, and now you're watching me like you do. I can feel your eyes burning into me as you change the music on the ipod and set down your drink.

I'm standing, my back to you, pressed up against the window of the hotel room, looking out, my tits cold against the glass, watching the traffic, listening, when I feel your hand around my neck, covering my mouth. I bite your fingers, then lick, as your other hand moves to my hair, pulling just a little bit. You kiss my neck, gentle, I can feel your breath, hovering. My nipples peak slightly against my shirt as you bite me. You don't care if you leave a mark, you never did. Insistent bites, nuzzling my neck, my hair, your hands moving around me, to my waist, caressing my belly, grinding your cock into the crack of my ass. One hand caressing the backs of my thighs, your nails raking up my ass cheeks and spreading them apart as you stroke your cock against the back of my silk thong, up against my skirt, one hand holding me up as I balance in my heels, my pussy getting so wet. And then your mouth, moving down my back as your hands swiftly turn me to face you, my back against the glass, as you lift my skirt and slide down my body, pushing my bra up to cup and squeeze my tits, hard so it hurts, tweaking the nipples, leaving my shirt up, my tits swollen and exposed for you. You spread the lips of my pussy with your fingers, looking up at me with that look of pure hunger.

"Say my name, bitch. I want to hear it. Make some noise for me. "

And then your tongue on my clit as you open me up, your hands on my ass as I spread my pussy for you. Eating me, licking my clit and nibbling on it. God so good. as I moan against you. You pull back.

"Show it to me. Show me what you do when you're thinking about me."

My fingers sweep my clit so slowly for you, smooth hard strokes up down, up down and all I want is for you to put your mouth back there but you're looking at it as I finger myself, looking at my thighs with my skirt hiked up.

"Mm mm mm," you say in that scoldy way.

God I want you to call me all sorts of names right now. But you just tell me again that that's the fucking hottest thing you've ever seen.

And then your hands go back on my ass as you start to fuck me with your mouth, with your fingers, and I have my hands in your hair and I can feel the oil on your skin and I just keep smoothing your forehead while you're eating me. Up against the glass, they can see from across the street and the light is on, and then you're up against me, still standing as I wrap a leg around you and your cock teases my hot wet pussy that I keep so tight for you and as you grind me, your hands work around to the back and now you've got me by both wrists and it hurts, pulling my shoulders back, my tits out. With a moment like wildfire you've cut the cord off the venetian blind and they fall in a cascade as you bind my wrists and toss me on the bed.

And as always, you look at me as you come in and start to fuck me hard, biting my tongue and teasing my mouth and torturing my already sore nipples and plundering my ass and you're still there saying,

"Come on, say my name. "

Three little letters. I scream them. You slam into me hard and I take it, all of it, every inch of the plow, you deep inside this ring of desire. You fuck me until you're exhausted, until my pussy clenches around your cock in helpless climax, until you shoot it all up into me and lay on top of me, spent. I want to feed you until you're full. You think you'll never be satisfied but you could be. You fuck me until you can't fuck anymore.

Jungle Fever. A played out term for a hot night.

A girl's gotta have her priorities. Your black skin, muscular body and huge cock are standard issue. But smart, professionally employed and single? Check check check. And nice car. You look good getting out of it. With my very delicate, very pale skin, and soft curves, we're going to look great getting it on. Your hardness, my softness. We're going to look like dessert. I wish there was a mirror in my room.

You're friendly, too, and your shoes are so clean! As we walk up to my door, I ask you if you're nervous. "Nah," you say. "Are you?" "A little," I say.

You have expensive taste in vodka...luckily I have your brand on hand. I watch you looking around my apartment as I make you a drink.

Your hand's on my shoulder while we drink and talk. You start just gently stroking it, then put your drink down. "Still nervous?" you say. I put your fingers in my mouth. You watch me.

"Why don't you put that somewhere else?" you say.
"It hasn't been half an hour yet," I say.
"Let me suck those tits for you," you say.

We don't kiss. Instead, we keep it friendly. You move one side of my lowcut shirt down with your hand, and start sucking on my tits. Gentle, but firm. Your dark mouth on my soft white voluptuousness is beautiful to watch. You smell good. Your hand moves to my pussy, sliding under my jean skirt and pulling aside my black lace panties. Your fingers are strong, confident, as is your voice as you make your next desire clear.

"Come on, little slut, come on. Come for me. Come on my finger. That's right, slut, you like that?" Come right on my finger. No, don't fake it, bitch. Come now. "

For a moment I panic. What if I can't? You'll know. This guy will know. Smart guys do.

"Come on." You continue to urge, and my moans escalate. You are definitely driving this train. Oh yeah. I let go, and come like you want. I'm shocked at myself.

But I don't have that much time, because you are very firmly guiding me to my knees. Standing, you unzip your pants. I am kneeling in front of a fantasy, a huge, hard, very dark cock standing up nice and firm against cut, tight abs. Yum. I don't need encouragement to start in on it.

It's thick, very clean. I want to spend more time working it with my tongue, licking your head and your balls. But you have a deep need for deep throat, and you're nasty and demanding about it, talking me through it as you gag me with it. "Come on. That's right. Suck that shit."

White guys never call it shit.

"Open up. Open up. Open up for me, you little slut." You trap my hands and fuck my mouth as tears come to my eyes. Gentleman you are, though, you back off.

"Wanna move to the bedroom?" I ask. "Yeah," you say. You sit on the bed and I continue sucking on it, on my knees. You're working my throat deep, and it's challenging, and it hurts, and it's really turning me on. Finally you pull me up from my knees and turn me onto the bed like a pancake, my ass up in the air, taking my panties down, moving up my skirt. I am on my hands and knees so I don't see you whip out the Trojan Magnum. You got style, baby. All I feel is your hands on my ass as you slide your cock into my pussy for round one.

You are an athletic, precise fuck. I feel like a queen with your cock inside me, especially the way you're taking me. I love being slammed doggie style.

"You like that black dick, you little slut?" Yes I do. And I like that you're willing to mention it. You push me down harder, still inside. Your hands trap my wrists, your mouth on the back of my neck "Come on, wind on my dick now. Come on it. That's right." I squirm and squirm. God yes.

Your fingers caress the tip of my ass, slowly circling the hole as you fuck me, still talking dirty. Then one finger. Oh yeah I love being opened up two ways at once. Moaning now. Other hand grabbing me by the hair.

Now you're pulling out and I can feel the lube squirting down my asshole. Your finger moving from one to two. You work me slowly, opening me up for it as I push against your finger like a good girl, knowing if I go at just the right speed you're going to put a big black cock up my tight white ass and it's going to feel amazing. We open together in silence for a while and then you start with the tip. In a bit, then out, and then it starts to hurt, and you back off, listening, your hand soft on my shoulder. Then in, focused on it, focused on how good it's going to be to work you up there. More. slow. Pushing gently, past the pain, into it. Yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah.

We start to move faster. You're fucking my ass and I'm loving it. "You're a slut for black dick now," you say. "You have a big black dick up your ass and you love it, don't you." Fuck yeah. I tell you how much.

Later you'll slide between my tits and shoot all over my mouth and I'll lick the come off your cock and smooth the rest into my skin and we'll laugh about how French women use it as face cream. But right now...

My moaning, loud. So loud. The windows open. The white girl getting it on with the black stud. In the ass. There goes the neighborhood.