Bad Ass Mars Part One: Oil

Mars and Safiya may have just met, but they’re getting to know each other’s bodies and spirits quickly. Safiya lives on a farm in Africatown, and recently met Mars, who came to Africatown after committing themselves to Pan-Africanism. They spend their days learning, singing, dancing, and pleasing each other, and wonder where their whirlwind love will lead as they pursue liberation together.

A sensual romance, this is the perfect summer and Fall read. Check out new entries in this story series at least once a month.

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Bad Ass Mars
PART ONE: Oil

Bad ass Mars, a trans Dyke shatters the possibilities of what I imagined could be intimacy in my lifetime. She holds me and allows me to please her in whatever ways they desire. I am forever at her service and kneel at the edge of her Doc Martens begging for new ways to fulfill desires. Begging to create new pathways to the erotic romantic sexual platonic mentally and spiritually.

It’s as though my ancestors guided me to them and provided me with a task. For as long as you may please this bad ass trans dyke Mars, you will reap the goodness of the whirlwind. Indeed we made Black magic and power in the form of juju and mercy.

I would never hold back my chills, my moans, my screams, my whispers, my sweat, and so too they never regret what we cook up together.

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When the microwave begins to beep, I already have my tongue down her throat and my hands firmly planted on their hips. Thickness is an understatement, everything about her is fat. And I love every curve and indentation on this body.

Everything I do today is dedicated to Mars’ pleasure. I am here to honor her every second of the day, to caress and massage her body in honor of the love and pleasure she continues to pour into me by existing.

Fuck, I rush to the microwave before the coconut oil cools and gets too hard at which point I’d need to do some things to it to soften and smooth it out to go up her asshole.

Whew, this shit is so hot but not enough to burn my fingers off. Well, at least not yet.

I slip my finger into their ass after my fingers warmed up in the oil. Dipping my finger inside is a kink of its own, so hot and soft, slipping my fingers out and finding their way back in, and then I slide my finger completely out and start using my thumb. It’s only been two days but in this short time I learned just how much Mars loved thumbs.

Thumb in her ass. Thumb in her mouth. Thumbs between her breasts. Thumbs down her spine. Thumb in her ass. Thumb in her ass and some more thumbs in her ass. Every time I’d take it out, she’d grab my hand and stick my thumb right back up her flower. It was pleasant especially when I got to lick her juices off my thumb.

She exhales, uh baby that shit is so warm. She exhales and says wow, baby that shit is so hot.

I ask her if it was okay if I kept going, and she begs me, please biko. African tongues, new world languages in many ways she keeps the conversation going from me to them from them to me and I add another finger to her bussy.

She exhales and I feel it open wider and expand and she keeps calling me closer to go a little bit deeper, to increase my speed and slide it in and out faster than previously

I ask her if it was still hot or warm, if the oil is still melting inside of her bussy. She says the temperature aroused her and she could feel the sensations throughout her ass through her balls and into her dick that she was no longer worried about how hot the oil was because she had already arrived at home and that she was ready.

She quickly grabs my face. I have no choice but to open my mouth and take my offering, and just like that she comes in my mouth and I suck on her head gently as I move my fingers still sliding still with ease at the tip of her bussy. Same speed, same gentleness.

They’re now on top of me and I grab her fat ass waist and trace the stretch marks and the scratches from when my fingers grabbed anything in sight the last time she fucked me and made me squirt for approximately eight and a half minutes.

I produced a sea and we cooled down that night.

I trace my lips from their knees along the middle of her thigh up towards her pelvis along the side of her stomach, up her shoulder blade, stopping to suck their neck to transfer and exchange the scents and tasted and textures we cultivated. I finally make it to behind her ear and I whisper can I take you out to the farm, I want to show you what I have sprouting and pick some herbs to make you some tea and a bath.

Mars giggles and obliges, and we stretch out into the bed side by side, trying to find the right moment to get up and the right moment to embrace each other. We get closer and start holding hands, massaging our fingers between each of the openings. Finally she scoots into my lap and I cross my arms along the front of their breast. I hold on, and we lay silently until it was the right time to get up and go to the farm.