the passion of a smart and classy black man

Valentin and I had met at the movies while queing up for the bathroom. I had noticed this tall, casually elegant ,  well spoken black man as he chatted to some friends in the pop corn queue and couldnt resist glancing sexily at him. It has been over a year since I last enjoyed chocolate love and Im practically having withdrawal syndroms. The problem being I have seduced most black hotties in town except for the married ones, the gay ones , the thugs, and the ones I didnt fancy. I could of course have had a roll in the hay with Mike but he just is too unreliable and I keep turning him down when he tries asking me out again. I had almost given up when this beautiful ebony viril quintessence  of manhood cought my attention. Since I was at the movies with friends I didnt dare go chat him up openly but when I saw him waiting by the bathroom , I just had to bat my eyelids at him and ask how he liked the new James Bond. He happened to find skyfall to be the best of the 23 Bond movies, mmm a man who thinks like me. As the time came to return to our seats I just gave him my card and whispered seductively that we might go out for a drink and talk some more about James Bond or something, one evening. Valentin smiled cheekily and took my card without a word.
Did that mean yes ? no ? maybe ? I dont know ?
grrrr the suspense was killing me.
When he did call the following week I almost did cartwheels. We went out for drinks a couple of times, never aproaching the subject of sex. Slow worker maybe ?
Having had enough of that tension, I decided the third date would be a coffee at my place. When Valentin arrived, ten minutes too early, I had butterflies in my stomach, I wore a short denim skirt with an elegant white shirt and black high heels, it said " sexy but not slutty, elegant but horny".
After we had coffee and talked about foreign politics for ever, he also happens to be very articulate, I asked why he was here, he wiggled out of it with a philosophical joke but I looked him in the eye and declared that I had stocked on condoms and that if it ever occured to him to make love , I might be opened to it. While I said this , I took a huge black hand and rested it on my thigh, cupping his face with my hands. And the magic happened !
Woop woop woop ! I cant believe I made it so long without a black man in my bed ! The passion of his love making was overwelming, the gentleness of his gestures was almost caring. Whenever I said I didnt like this or that I loved that, Valentine immediately changed what he was doing till I was purring again.
A man can listen ? This one sure can.
At some point he stared into my eyes and asked when my last fuck had taken place, since this wasnt the moment to argue I just said end of january, my last time with M. Why would he ask me that ?
He did fish for compliments that he really deserved. I hadnt had that much fun in a long time. What I liked the most about him is that he made sure I came before he did. It was not a competition to him, he just wanted to make sure he was making me feel as good as he felt. Impressive , right ?
When we were done, we just cuddled and talked. He seems to ask a lot of questions but he does it in a very smart way, it doesnt feel like a third degree. However I had to giggle when he asked whom was the better lover between him and my last bf. How do you compare ? they are both brilliant in different ways. I just said each man is unique and has something wonderful to offer, he seemed to accept that. I look forward to my next hot chocolate love session, yum yum !