Pleasuring Zoke
Some time ago I had the opportunity to get to know a young woman who I’ll call Zoke. I met her through a former lover – a divorced woman who, once upon a time, I had pleasured when she really needed it and now she was steering someone else may way. (If that isn’t a good reason to stay on good terms for former lovers; I don’t know what is.) Zoke was in her early twenties, tall and thin, with an hourglass figure with B-cup breasts sporting very large, prominent nipples which poked large impressions in the peach, summer weight, sweater she was wearing when we met setting off to perfection her lovely dark, almost sold black skin. Even though I only occasionally take a lover outside of my normal partner, I must confess in …