Sometimes I wonder what to write, other times I know what to write before I start making a picture. This time I wasn’t sure to write before posting it, opting for something simple.
It's a picture for  VVVx Black History month contest, and I hope it suit the theme.
Comments about my picture:
1) I wanted to draw a black woman.
2) For once, I wanted to draw someone who isn’t as thin as a barbie doll.
3) I wanted to work on angles.
4) I’m very pleased with how I made the waves and the water look.
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I was hoping, but didn’t expect, to get myself a girlfriend during my holiday trip. Neither Jefferson nor I have a female partner for the moment, even though neither of us is lacking in, what shall I say, any of the crucial departments… Tall, lean, and years at the gym have left us with enough to attract welcome stares whenever we hit the beach.


Jefferson prefers urban life and rave parties. I, however, enjoy most of all a day at the beach, and that was where I met her, Mariella. She was sitting at a beach restaurant, sipping a drink, when I sat down at a table next to her. We soon found each other and began to talk, and before we knew it, we had spent hours getting to know each other. My lucky star must somehow have guided me, because Mariella and I turned out to have the same hobbies and the same preferences in almost every topic we went into. What’s more, she seemed genuinely interested in me! And I must confess that the attraction feels mutual.


We went to the beach and played in the water the rest of the day. The funny thing is how different we look. Unlike me, who hasn’t an ounce of fat on my stomach, Mariella has a pudgy belly that wobbles when she walks. While I wear baggy swim trunks, Mariella’s bikini bottom is nearly eaten up by her ass, and her top isn’t leaving much to the imagination either. My skin is merely tanned; hers is dark coconut, like a Polynesian, she probably is, but I haven’t asked her yet. She is short; I am tall. But that’s how things go, as they say: opposites attract each other, at least visually in our case.


As the evening came, we went to a restaurant together, and it was during dessert she sprang the biggest surprise on me. She asked, almost shyly, whether I had ever heard about something called vore. I was surprised because I knew it well. Yes, I answered, intrigued about where this was going. She told me she had this fetish about vore and what kind of preferences she had. To say my heart was racing would be an understatement, because I had the same fetish and hadn’t dreamt about meeting a woman who expressed the same interests as me. We continued, speaking in hushed tones about what kind of kinky scenarios we enjoyed and whether we knew others who shared the same kink.


When night finally came, with an impatient waitress who said she wanted to go home for the night, we agreed to meet again the next morning. But before we parted, Mariella asked me what I would do if I, or she, would do if vore was real. I had to stop and think about it for a second; the thought was purely hypothetical as I saw it, so I answered truthfully that I would like to be a pred so I could swallow women. The latter was said carefully as I didn’t know how she would react to that, but fortunately she smiled and said she would do the same, but with both men and women though.


Then she leaned up against me. I had to bend forward so she could reach my ear, and then she whispered, “Meet me at Banana Beach tomorrow early and I will show you something good…” She laid her hands behind my head and pulled me down for a kiss.


I was stunned, in a highly pleased way. She gave me the address to the beach and we went back to each our place. Though, not a small part of me wanted to follow her back to her place for another kind of activity. But maybe it would happen next time.


The next morning was a cloudy one and fewer people were at the beach. Jefferson was snoring in his bed; he hadn’t arrived before three in the morning and wouldn’t wake before lunchtime. I snuck out of the hotel and almost walked in the air down to Banana Beach. Banana Beach was nearly empty, so spotting Mariella’s dark body against the pale sand was not hard at all. What I didn’t see before I came closer was that she had discarded her bikini altogether, lying completely nude on a towel on full display. At that moment, not even my baggy shorts could hide my arousal. She saw this and smiled, and before I could ask, she pointed towards a sign at the entrance: Nudist area! it said.


I didn’t know if it would be proper of me to remove my trunks when my cock displayed the same angular shape as the fruit that gave the beach its name. Mariella, however, just pointed her finger at me and crooked it, signaling for me to get closer. At first, my eyes had a difficult choice between focusing on her huge tits or her eyes. But a few steps from her, my entire focus went to her pudgy lips.


My eyes weren’t lying, because I clearly saw a miniature woman sticking out between them. She was blond and nude from the top to at least where the rest of her disappeared in Mariella’s mouth. The tiny woman was screaming and pleading towards me, begging for help. It was then I also noticed two other women, trapped under her hand; one had her upper half poking out, while the second one was only feet sticking out.


My eyes went back to Mariella, who smiled, poked her lips, and swallowed. The tiny woman was sucked inside, her hair the last to be slurped up by the lips. Mariella’s cheeks bulged back and forth, teasing my imagination before she tilted her head. A wet gulp followed, accompanied by a shapely bulge slipping down her dark brown neck.


“Have one for yourself,” she said and stretched out her arm, holding the two remaining women up for me. “Do as you please with them, but if you can manage to squeeze at least one into your cock, I can see the tip of it poking out by the way, I promise to help you get her out. In whatever way you want…”


That was two years ago. Mariella and I married last year and have spent nearly every waking, and sleeping, moment together since then. We have opened a bar close to Banana Beach and the business is doing decently well, even though there have been quite a few cases of missing people lately. But that’s another case…

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