6 comments/ 27779 views/ 7 favorites Long Distance Love By: AfroerotiK 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 the 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. The 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 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 carryon 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, she 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. Long Distance Love My heart pounded in my chest as I picked up my mobile phone to see who was calling, but I knew deep in my gut it was her. Sure enough, Bailey's perfect face popped up on the caller ID and my stomach inflated with butterflies once again. With shaking, sweaty hands I picked up the phone. "H-hello?" I managed to spit out. We have been dating for five years and today is the first day I get to see her face to face. "Well about damned time, Lilith," I hear my loves mock angry voice answer back. She only uses my full first name when she wants me to know that she is annoyed with me, even if she is just joking. "Are you at the airport?" I ask. It's still all to unreal, I can't actually grasp that she is here in California, just to spend a weekend with me. "Uhm, that's actually why I called," she responds, voice sounding very uneasy. My heart drops, she never came, I knew it. Tears begin to well up in my eyes and before I can swallow past the heartache squeezing my throat, she continues. "I kind of just took a cab after I got here. I'm on the sidewalk outside of your apartment building," she says and my heart leaps back out of my throat and is now sitting somewhere in my lower intestine. "You're here?" I squeak, barely able to contain my excitement as I begin to sprint down the stairs. "Yes, Mickey Mouse I am here. Come down and greet me," she says and hangs up. I'm already to the door, though so I just shove my phone back into my pocket. I burst through the front double-doors and look around like a madman. I can't see her at first and my heart begins to sink a little until I hear a giggle coming from behind me. My insides freeze and I can feel my ice-blood trying to move through my veins. "Hello, my love," I hear a watery voice call softly. I spin around and see her, for the very first time. I look at her feet, covered in very sexy black heels, up her legs to her strapless, black and red lace dress and finally to her perfect blonde hair, framing her elegant, gorgeous face and I see her beautiful pink lips stretched into an ear-to-ear smile. I barely hesitate as I pull her into my arms and hold her close to me. I can't help myself and I begin to cry tears of sheer happiness and joy. I've been in love with this woman for so long and finally having her with me is making me bawl like a babe. She pulls away and I see that there are tears streaming down her pink cheeks as well. I smile and wipe them away and she does the same. We laugh and I take her hand. "I can't believe you are actually here with me," I say, barely louder than a whisper. I pull her into me again, but this time I place my hands on each side of her face and kiss her softly at first, then a hunger takes over me and I am kissing her deeper, with more fire and want. I break away from her and I see desire, love and a strong amount of lust in her deep brown eyes. She stands on her tip-toes and whispers in my ear, "Take me upstairs," I don't need to be told twice. I lead her back up to my apartment and barely have the door closed before she's pulling me down on top of her on my sofa. "Are you sure you want to do this so soon?" I ask and she answers me by yanking my shirt up and over my head and unhooking my bra and tossing it across the room. "I love you so much, Lily but five years of pent-up sexual tension is about to be unleashed on you," she says, unbuttoning my pants. I am very turned on by how demanding she is being. I slide off of her and pull my pants down, exposing my already soaked panties. "Oh, Lilith," she groans and starts to rub me through the thin, lace fabric. I straddle her again and kiss her hard on her soft mouth, my hands sliding up the front of her dress, feeling every inch of her skinny body grow goosebumps as I go. I reach the thin cloth of her bra covering small pale breasts with light, erect pink nipples. Placing small kisses on her neck, I move my hand to behind her and easily unhook the bra and pull it away from her and discard it on the floor. I am so aroused, my hands tremble as I unzip her dress and slowly pull it down, revealing to me her breasts, stomach and finally over her hips and off her legs to show me her beautiful pussy, swollen with desire. Baileys wetness has made her panties completely see-through. I lock eyes with her to soak in the look of pure need for my touch and can't help but grin devilishly. I reach forward and gently massage her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples between my fingers, causing her to arch and gasp with pleasure. I move my hands down her perfect body and slowly pull her soaking wet panties away from her body, her lubricants cause the G-string to cling to her pink pussy lips until I rip them off of her. "I need you, Bailey," I whisper into her ear as I lay down on top of her, feeling her naked body against mine for the first and certainly not the last time. "I need you too, Lily," she whimpers back, grinding her dripping wet pussy against my thigh. I smirk, wanting to tease her just a little more before indulging myself in her. I begin to slowly kiss down the length of her chest, up and over her left breast. When my lips touch her nipple, she presses my face into it and I oblige her by opening my mouth and sucking hard on her nipple, while my right hand squeezes and pinches her other. She moans loudly as my teeth close around her skin and I slide my middle finger deep inside her. "Yes, Lily, oh my god yes," she groans as I begin to work it inside of her, rubbing her sweet spot while my thumb works on her clit. I feel her pussy soak my finger and she begins to tremble violently and I know she is close to orgasm. I give her pussy one last thrust with my finger and I stop touching her completely. Her body shakes even more from lack of release and she tries to put my hand back between her legs, but I resist her. "Please baby, I need to cum, it hurts!" she is shaking so badly, her teeth rattle as she speaks. I throw her right leg over the back of the couch and push the other onto the floor, spreading her wide open. I gently press my finger against her clit and she moans again. When I don't move it any further, she begins to grind into it. I wait until I know she is about to burst and I replace my finger with my tongue. The first taste of Bailey drives me crazy and I need more. My right hand snakes up her arching body to her breast and I rub and pinch her nipples in the same motion as my tongue working on her clit. Bailey's hands fly to my head to pull and tug on my hair. I move my tongue in slow, deliberate circles around the most sensitive spot on her clit, making her writhe and moan, each flick of my tongue forcing her pussy to drip even more. I take my free hand and move it under her ass, to bring her pussy closer to my hungry mouth. "Oh yes, Lily, just like that, oh GOD don't stop!" She cries out, pushing my face even deeper between her legs. I moisten my thumb on the hand that's holding her ass with her flowing juices and then gently push it inside her ass, moving it around in rhythm with my tongue and my other hand, still groping her breast. A deep, primal moan builds deep in her and escapes her mouth with the added stimulation and her whole body tenses around me, I know she is ready to orgasm. "L-Lily, I think I'm gonna..." I suck her whole clit into my mouth and shove my thumb deeper into her ass, massaging her from the inside while my mouth does the job from the outside. I ferociously lick her clit while the hand that was working on her breast moves to her pussy and I easily slide three fingers deep inside her to stroke her hot spot and I hear one last breathless moan before she screams my name. "Lily! Oh god, oh god, oh god! Don't st- Ohh!" She screams, her thighs clenching my face, my fingers still moving in and out of her. "Don't stop cumming Bailey," I order from between her legs. I lick all over her pussy lips, top to bottom, sucking and biting, knowing the pain is just adding to her continuous pleasure. She slips into convulsions and I know she is due for another climax. I tongue her clit again and this time she cums instantaneously, juices being released from her clit and onto my tongue. "I can't... Lily... It feels too good, oh Jesus," Bailey struggles to moan. I give her pussy and ass one last hard, deep plunge before I climb back up to her. Her mouth finds mine and she flips me over onto my back and without wasting time straddles me, one leg hanging over mine and the other finds its way underneath me. Bailey presses her swollen, sensitive pussy against mine which is so wet, she almost slides off. I place my hands on her hips and she begins to rock back and forth, grinding into me, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through my whole body. I lean my back against the arm of the couch heavily and make her move faster and harder against me. Pulling her into me, I start to lick and suck on her nipples, causing her to moan again, a sound I will never get enough of. Bailey bites my neck hard and I slap her ass, making her groan into my flesh. My body starts to clench, I feel my orgasm bud deep within my loin and Bailey knows it's about to happen. She grabs my breasts and pushes me back over the couch, then slides down so her face is between my legs and starts to suck, lick and nibble on my clit, sending me into my climax. As I cum, I press her face harder into me and she obliges me by sucking on me hard and shoving her fingers deep inside my pussy. "That's it, Bailey, finger fuck me harder!" I moan and she does exactly that. I slip into my second orgasm and fall on wave after wave of pure, electric pleasure. My shaking subsides and she knows I'm spent. "Wow, baby. That was... explosive," Bailey says as she crawls back up to me and collapses on my chest. I wrap my arms around her tightly and hold her hot, sweaty body against mine. I gently kiss her forehead, then her lips. An overwhelming surge of love goes through me and warm, happy tears flow down my face again. "Oh sheesh, was I really that bad?" She teases and I kiss her again. "No, it was amazing and beautiful, just like you," I whisper, gazing into her eyes. She smiles that stunning, stop-your-heart smile and I kiss her lips again. "I love you, Lily," "I love you too, Bailey." Long Distance Love Based off an actual phone sex session with my boyfriend :) decided to write from his pov. Names have been changed. ***** "Hey," she says happily into the receiver. He smiles on the other end. "Hey, baby." "How are you? Your voice sounds weird, tired. You alright?" She asks, and he smiles again. He loves how concerned she is all the time, worrying about him. He loves how she can tell by the slightest change in his voice that he's upset. "I'm fine, Sam. I've just been missing you, that's all." She laughs, which makes him feel a hell of a lot better. "I missed you too, David. I always miss you." "I've been thinking about you all day..." "Yeah?" "Yeah. You know that I can't ever take my mind off of you." They'd met online, started talking as friends. Soon enough, however, they both realised how strong their feelings for each othe really were. They have been long-distance for about a year now, talking on the phone or skyping every one of those three hundred and sixty-five days, every day wishing more than the last that they were in each other's arms. This, David thinks, is probably the most horny he's ever been. He really has been thinking about Sam all day — her long, curly brown hair, flowing down to her hips like water cascading down a fountain. Her curvy body, sculpted perfectly (even though Sam didn't think so). She has big, round, firm breasts, which David wishes he could suck on all day. Her ass is round, too, the perfect size for gripping and slapping while he fucks her...her pussy is shaved and David knows it would be so tight, her being still a virgin at eighteen. "David," Sam purrs, talking quietly, "everyone here's asleep, can we...?" "Please," David moans, palming himself over his boxers. She sighs into the reciever. "I wish I could kiss you right now..." "Where would you kiss me?" "I'd start at your lips..then move down to your neck, bite you there...then I'd lick your chest, your stomach..." David's hand follows her voice, travelling down his body; he runs his fingers over the hair on his chest and stomach, his cock rock hard and throbbing in his pants. "Go lower, baby, kiss my cock..." He hears her moan quietly on the other end. "Just like that, baby. Touch yourself while you suck me..." "I love having your dick in my mouth," Sam whispers, and David can just picture her; her hand down the Adidas shorts she wears to bed, the other hand squeezing her full breasts over her t-shirt, pinching her nipples through the fabric. "I know you do," he breathes in response. "You love this dick in your mouth, don't you, you dirty girl?" "Mm-hmm, I do, I love when you fuck my mouth," she whispers desperately. David smirks in appreciation. "Do you love it when I lick your pussy, baby?" Sam moans, a little louder this time. Then she seems to remember that she still lives with her parents, so she quiets down a little before saying, "I want you to put your tongue so deep inside me..." "I will, baby," David says. His hand is around his cock, jerking it hard and fast, imagining ten different scenarios involving Sam in his head. "David," she gasps, "oh, David, fuck, I want you to finger me while you —" she cuts herself off and gasps again. "While you suck my pussy," she finishes, breathless. David's breathing is getting heavier as he says, "I'll finger you so hard. God, I need to fuck you right now, shove this dick in your tight little pussy." "I want it hard, baby," Sam begs. "I'll give it to you so hard, I'll fucking ram your pussy, make you moan and scream...I'll pull your hair and slap your ass while I fuck you harder...you gonna scream my name, baby?" "I'll scream your name so loud, so everyone knows whose dick I'm riding, I'll let them know that I'm all yours, baby," she whispers. "I love you, David. Fuck, you got my pussy so wet." "I love you too, baby, I swear I do. I wish I could pin you up against the wall right now and fuck you." He listens to her gasp and moan for a while, jerking himself hard, imagining fucking her so that her tits bounce, so that her ass bounces on his dick. "David," she whispers, suddenly. "Yeah, Sam, I'm here, baby." She quietly hums out a moan. "I wanna lick your balls so bad. Just suck them while I jerk you with my hands...slap your cock on my face, baby, I love it when you do that..." David shudders. He tugs on his balls slightly, imagining her sucking on them, imagining smacking her tongue a few times with the head of his dick and — it's too much, it feels too good, and he knows he's about to — "Sam, Sam, baby, I'm gonna cum, I need to cum—" "Fuck, David, cum on me, all over me, cum down my throat — oh, fuck, David, I'm cumming..." He forces himself to wait, to make sure she cums first. He lets go of his cock and listens to her desperate gasps, picturing her — mouth open, eyes closed, eyebrows raised, tits heaving, he can even hear how fast she's rubbing her tight cunt, hears her smack it a few times as she cums violently. When he hears her breathing steady, he catches his throbbing, leaking cock in his hand and jerks off so hard that when he cums, he's actually rocking up into his hand, cum shooting all over himself, moaning her name. He hears her kiss the reciever as he pants for breath. "You're so good, baby, so good, I love you..." "I love you," he manages, still stroking himself, covered in cum and yet, somehow, still horny. "My panties are soaked," she says, giggling. "You made me squirt." "Fuck," he moans, squeezing the head of his sensitive, still-hard cock. "I wish I was there, I'd make you squirt over and over." She sighs quietly, then says, "David, I — I'm still touching myslelf, I can't stop..." "Me too," he admits. He laughs a little as he asks, "you want to...go again?" "Baby," she says, a smirk in her voice, "with you, I could go a million times."