HAPPY ENDINGS & SEX Whenever I picture Ceejay, the first thing that comes to mind is his dick. Yes, that's right. His dick was unique. Ceejay had a dick that was long and thin. I didn't hate him nor love him. Matter of fact I was ambivalent towards him. One day I stole jewelry worth $2,000 dollars from him. I was later to repay it in a most humiliating manner. Oh my God that dick! It was so long, I could almost feel it in my throat. In my whole entire life I have never had another thin dick like that, in fact it was almost creepy, nice but still creepy. It didn't touch the sides of my pussy but I felt it hitting my G-spot. Actually when it went in, it was like a snake curving its way into the warmth of my inviting pussy. It navigated around the curves and snaked its way in. For a long time, Ceejay had fantasized about seeing me have sex with a black man. What he didn't know, and I didn't dare tell him, was that I too wanted a black man to do me. The cliche of black and big had got to me.
