Loving My Neighbor

We cannot always choose with whom we’re going to fall in love. Sometimes it sneaks up on us, and we have no control over it. It can happen over a long period, or it can take place almost overnight. Very few people wake up one morning and consciously make a decision to go out and fall in love with someone of a different race or a significantly different ethnic background. Lust and physical attraction is a different matter, however. This is where one part of your brain is in conflict with another part. Raw, physical attraction transcends race, and sex becomes a powerful driving force. In fact, lust and physical attraction, can sometimes be heightened by mixed races because it’s different, it’s exciting, and it’s exotic. It’s when lust and physical attraction turn into love that the right side of the brain no longer pays attention to the left side. This is a story of lust and raw physical attraction that goes beyond conventional wisdom, restrictions, and boundaries.

EXCERPT: I sucked her beautiful lower lip into my mouth and gently nibbled on it. Wetness from her mouth slide over her lower lip. I took it in and swallowed. There was something heady, earthy, and carnal about her taste. I had never reacted to a woman with such animal magnetism before, and I wanted all of her, every last square-inch of her.
I paused for a moment and looked down at her. She remained in the same position with her head upturned, her eyes closed, and her lips parted. She whimpered, and our lips fused again. This time, it wasn’t gentle or tender. It was pure lust and raw desire. Our mouths consumed each other as our passion grew. Her lips were softer and more talented than any I had ever tasted. They were all over me as she filled my mouth with her tongue. I could feel, taste, and smell her passion and sense the animalistic need growing within her body to mate. I wanted to be inside her more than I had ever wanted any another woman in my life.
I looked at her again, slowly shook my head and quietly groaned.
She looked sweetly up into my eyes. “Mr. Morgan, if you are about to ask me if you can have me … the answer is ………