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Hey everyone ? Quick little intro before I dive into the next chapter: First off, wow. Time flies. The stuff you’re about to read happened more than a year ago now (crazy to think the Rafiki Party and this morning-after moment were back in late 2024). So much has happened since then… way too much to cram into one post, and trust me, the stories only get hotter from here. But many of you keep asking how it all really kicked off, how Edo and I went from fantasy to actually taking those first concrete steps together. So it only feels right to go back and tell this part properly, in detail. This is where the real journey began. If you missed the previous part, you can : . More chapters are definitely coming, because there’s a lot more to share! Enjoy… ?
The morning after the party I woke up slowly, the kind of lazy awakening where your eyes open before your brain is 100% online yet. My head was pounding a little from the wine and the late hour, and my body felt sore in that good way, like after a intense workout. Or, you know, after grinding on a stranger in a club and then getting fucked senseless by your boyfriend at home. I glanced over at Edo, who was still asleep on his side of the bed, facing away from me, the sheet barely covering his ass. For a second, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, replaying flashes from the Rafiki Party: Richard’s hands on my hips, Steph’s disappearing act, that bathroom stall… and the taste of cum that I definitely wasn’t supposed to be thinking about right now.
I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, like I was sneaking away from a crime scene. I needed coffee, or water, or something to shake off the haze. In the bathroom, I peed, brushed my teeth and looked in the mirror. My makeup was smeared and my hair was a mess. I went to the kitchen and poured myself some leftover coffee.
When I came back to the bedroom, Edo was awake, sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. He looked up at me, and our eyes met. That’s when the awkwardness hit full force. Neither of us said anything at first. I hovered in the doorway, suddenly hyper-aware that I was just in one of his old t-shirts and nothing else. He set his phone down, rubbed his eyes, and cleared his throat.
“Hey,” he finally said, his voice a bit rough from sleep.
“Hey,” I echoed, forcing a small smile as I climbed back onto the bed, sitting cross-legged at the foot of it. More silence. I fiddled with the hem of the shirt, my mind racing. Was he regretting last night? Did he think I went too far with Richard? Gosh. We were both waiting for the other to address the elephant in the room—the fact that I’d basically dry-humped a hot black guy right in front of him, with his encouragement.
Finally, he broke it. “So… last night was intense, huh?”
I nodded, biting my lip. “Yeah. Intense is a good word.” I paused, searching his face for any sign of anger or jealousy. He didn’t look mad, just… thoughtful. “Are you okay with everything? Like, with me dancing with that guy?”
He let out a long breath and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve been thinking about it since I woke up. And uh, listen. At first, in the club, I thought it was hot. Watching you move like that, seeing how into it you were… it turned me on more than I expected. But on the drive home, I started overthinking. Like, is this going to change things? Am I cool with it for real?”
My stomach twisted. “Yeah. I get you. And… are you?”
He didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked away for a second before coming back to mine. Then he shrugged, conflicted.
“I… I don’t know if I’m a hundred percent sure yet” he admitted “but… it was fucking exciting. I can’t get the image of you grinding on that guy out of my mind. How confident and sexy you were. Honestly, I’m pretty sure I want to feel that thrill again.”
Relief mixed with fresh excitement washed through me. I didn’t push him. Instead I crawled closer, sliding into his lap and let him continue,
“But of course, we need to set some ground rules if we’re going to explore this… this new realm, or whatever you want to call it.”
“New realm?” I couldn’t help but smirk a little.
“You know what I mean,” he said, smirking back. “Your fantasies. Black guys. All that. I’m in, Chiara. I want to see where it goes. But I have to be there for it. Like, watching, I have to be with you. No secrets. Nothing happens behind my back. Deal?”
A rush of excitement made my skin tingle. “Deal. Oh my god, yes, deal.” I practically launched myself at him, straddling his lap and peppering his face with kisses—his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his jaw, his neck. He laughed, his hands coming up to grab my waist, pulling me closer. I kept going, kissing down to his collarbone, murmuring between each one, “Thank you… I love you… this is going to be so hot…”
He groaned softly, his grip tightening. “You’re welcome. Now stop squirming or we’re not going to get out of bed at all today! It’s already so late.”
In the spirit of no secrets, I pulled back a little, still on his lap, and took a deep breath. “Okay, okay. Uhm, I have to tell you something. Honesty time, right? Last night, when I said I had to go to the bathroom… I actually followed Steph. I saw her heading in there with that guy she was dancing with, the black guy. When I got inside the men’s room… she was already on her knees in a stall… sucking him off. It was… insane. His cock was huge, all veiny and dark, and she was going at it like she was starving. Gagging, drooling, the works. Then he pulled out and came all over her face. I was right there, watching the whole thing. But I… I didn’t do anything. I didn’t join in, or anything. I just… stood there, getting so turned on I could barely think straight.”
Edo’s eyes widened, and I felt him harden underneath me through the sheet. “Holy shit. You watched all that? Wait, does Henry… does he know?”
I shrugged, playing it casual even though my heart was racing from the half-lie. “Steph said he gave her the green light to hook up with any black guy last night. So yeah, probably, he knows.”
He stared at me for a second, then nodded slowly. “Fuck, that’s hot. Imagining you there, watching her take that big black cock… no wonder you were so wet when we got home.”
I grinned, grinding down on him just a little. “You have no idea.”
Edo’s hands started roaming under the t-shirt, squeezing my ass, my tits. Then we began making out. I tugged the sheet away, freeing his cock, and stroked him slowly while we kissed. He was rock hard, throbbing in my hand, and I could tell his mind was on what I’d just told him.
“Tell me more,” he murmured against my neck. “What did it look like? His cum on her face?”
“Thick ropes,” I whispered back, speeding up my strokes. “White against her skin, dripping down her chin. She licked it up like it was candy.”
He groaned, thrusting into my hand. “Wow. Bet you would have liked a taste.”
I hesitated for a split second. The lie felt risky, but at that point I had to. “Nope. Saved all that horniness for you.”
That seemed to do it for him. We kept teasing each other, talking dirty about the night before, until we were both panting. But we didn’t fuck yet. Instead, the conversation shifted to next steps.
“So, how do we actually do this?” I asked, still stroking him lazily. “Like, explore for real?”
He thought about it for a moment, his fingers tracing circles on my thigh. “Tinder? We could make you a profile. Keep it subtle, but hint at what you’re into. See who bites.”
My pussy clenched at the idea. “Yes. Let’s do it now.”
We grabbed my phone, and while I stayed on his lap, we started building the profile. First, photos: I scrolled through my camera roll, picking ones that showed off my body without being too slutty. The white camisole from the previous night, cleavage on display. A beach pic in my black bikini, ass popped just right. Gym selfie in leggings that hugged my curves. And a black-and-white post-shower selfie, wet hair, towel on my chest, looking back over my shoulder.
For the bio, we brainstormed. “Nothing TOO too obvious” he said “but we have to make it clear what kind of guys you’re looking for. Maybe a heart emoji in brown to hint at the preference?”
We settled on: “5’8 theater girl with a sweet face but a wild side. Looking for some chocolate ?”
I hit create, and we started swiping right away. The first few were random average white guys. I swiped left. Then a black guy popped up: tall, muscular. He looked confident. I swiped right, and Edo’s cock twitched under me.
“Alright. Let’s keep going,” he said, his voice low.
A few more right swipes, only on black guys, and I was dripping. “This one,” I said, showing him a profile with a guy in a tank top, abs for days. “I’d let him pin me against the wall on the first date.”
Edo growled, flipped me onto my back, and pushed inside me without warning. I gasped, wrapping my legs around him. He fucked me slow at first, deep thrusts that made me arch off the bed. “Tell me more,” he demanded.
I held the phone up, swiping while he pounded me. “This guy… oh fuck… I’d suck his cock in the car on the way home from dinner. Swallow every drop.”
He sped up, slamming into me. “Good girl. Next.”
Another swipe. “Him? I’d ride him reverse cowgirl so you could watch his big black cock stretch my little pussy.”
That did it. Edo pulled out, knelt over me, and stroked himself fast. “You’re such a slut for them, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, rubbing my clit. “I want it so bad.”
He came with a grunt, hot spurts landing on my belly, some hitting my tits. I smeared it around, loving the mess, while he caught his breath. We lay there for a minute, then I checked the app.
“Holy shit… 38 likes already. And we’ve only been on for like 20 minutes.”
Edo propped himself up on an elbow, peering at the screen. “No matches yet though. Just swipe right on the black ones.”
And that I did, we turned it into a game. I’d show him a profile, swipe right if he was black and hot, and describe in filthy detail what I’d let him do.
“This one, tattoos everywhere. I’d beg him to cum inside me, fill me up while you watch.” Onto the next one.
“Ok, this guy with the dreads? I’d let him throat-fuck me until I gag, then bend me over and pound my pussy raw.” Swipe right. Instant match. My heart raced. Edo’s eyes lit up.
“Next. This guy looks dominant as hell. I’d let him spank me and fuck me while I call him daddy.”
Edo’s cock was hardening again. “Keep swiping,” he said, voice rough. He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and slid back inside me, pronebone. I moaned into the pillow, with my phone still in hand.
He fucked me hard, skin slapping against skin, while I kept going. “This one… fuck, baby, harder… I’d let him share me with his friend. Two big black cocks at once.”
He gripped my hair, pulling my head back. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Being their little white trophy.”
“Yes! Oh god, yes.” I swiped right, and kept going as Edo thrusted deeper inside of me.
Another black guy. “Him… I’d kneel and worship his cock for hours. Lick his balls, deepthroat until he cums down my throat.”
“Fuck—Chiara—” Edo’s voice cracked. One hand left my hip and fisted my hair, yanking my head back just enough that I had to arch. “Tell me more. What would you let him do?”
His breathing had gone ragged, little grunts punching out with every snap of his hips. I could feel him thickening inside me, that telltale swell right before he loses it. I was riding kind of a sexual high myself, looking at my phone filled with hot black guys, built, broad shoulders, dark skin, and that unmistakable confident energy in their eyes.
I let words tumble out of my lips between my boyfriend’s thrusts. “I’d… I’d let him breed me. Deep. No condom. Fill me up while you watch… while you hold my legs open for him… tell me how pretty I look getting stretched by real cock…”
That did it.
He slammed in one final time, burying himself to the root, and I felt the first hot pulse jet straight against my cervix. Then another. And another. Thick, forceful spurts that seemed to keep coming longer than usual, like his body was trying to claim back every inch of territory the fantasy had stolen. He groaned, while his hips jerked in tiny helpless pulses as he emptied everything into me. For maybe twenty glorious seconds we stayed locked like that: him twitching inside, me clenching around him on, both of us in pure sexual ecstasy. The phone slipped from my fingers onto the sheet. Tinder forgotten. Just the wet heat between us and the aftershocks.
He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed draped over my back, forehead pressed between my shoulder blades, breathing hard against my skin. But I felt the shift almost immediately, the way his muscles went from iron-tight to loose, the subtle retreat in energy. The hand in my hair unclenched. His cock softened inside me quicker than normal. He rolled off me slowly, flopping onto his back beside me. The room was suddenly quiet. No more dirty talk. No more swiping. Just our breathing and the smell of sex hanging in the air.
I stayed on my stomach for a second, letting his cum leak out a little, then turned my head toward him. His eyes were on the ceiling, jaw working like he was chewing on thoughts he didn’t want to say out loud yet.
I didn’t rush it. I know this version of him, the one that crashes after the high. It’s not regret, exactly. More like a sudden, cold splash of “what the fuck just happened?”.
I rolled onto my side, and waited until he glanced at me. “You okay?” I checked-in softly.
He exhaled through his nose. “Yeah. Just… processing.”
“Talk to me.”
Another long breath. “You know… It’s hot as fuck while it’s happening. Like, brain-melting hot. Hearing you describe those guys, seeing the matches come in, feeling you clench every time you swipe right… Jesus.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “But after I cum it’s like… you know. A switch is flipped. Suddenly I’m thinking about logistics. About what happens if one of them actually messages back. If you meet up. If you actually… you know.”
I didn’t panic. I’ve seen this movie before. Not with this exact fantasy, but with other big steps we’ve taken. The key is not to bulldoze the doubt. You let it breathe.
I reached over and traced slow circles on his chest with my fingertip. “Baby. Look at me.”
He did. Reluctantly.
“Everything we just did — the profile, the swiping, the talking… it’s still just a game until we decide it isn’t. Nothing is locked in. We can pause. Delete the app right now if you want. Or we can keep it slow. One message. One coffee date. Or nothing at all. You control the brake pedal. Always.”
He searched my face for a long moment. “You wouldn’t be disappointed?”
“I’d be disappointed if you forced yourself into something that made you unhappy just to make me happy. That’s not hot. That’s toxic.” I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I get off on you wanting this. On you getting hard thinking about it. If post-cum you want to pump the brakes, then we pump the brakes. Simple.”
He let out a shaky laugh, tension bleeding out of his shoulders. “You make it sound so reasonable.”
“Because it is.” I kissed him again, slower this time. “We’re allowed to be horny animals one minute and normal people the next. That’s the fun part.”
He finally rolled toward me, pulling me against his chest. His heart was still racing under my ear. “Five minutes ago I wanted to watch you get railed by a stranger,” he muttered into my hair. “Now I’m mostly scared I’ll hate myself if I actually let it happen.”
“That’s normal,” I whispered back. “That’s why we’d talk after. Not just before.”
We stayed quiet for a while, skin cooling, his cum starting to dry between my thighs.
Eventually he spoke again, voice steadier. “Let’s… keep the app. But no meeting anyone yet. We keep playing the game. Swiping. Dirty talk. Maybe sexting with these guys a little if it feels right. But real life stays on pause until we both wake up the next day and still want it. Deal?”
I smiled against his chest. “Deal.”
He kissed the top of my head, long and lingering. His mental fog hadn’t fully lifted, I could still feel it in the cautious way he held me, but it wasn’t choking him anymore. We didn’t touch the phone again that morning. But later that afternoon, when he was in the shower, I opened Tinder just to look. 45 new likes. I was excited. But I didn’t swipe. I just smiled to myself, closed the app, and waited for him to decide what came next.
This was just the beginning ?