My First Black Lover: The Forbidden Thrill in Our Guadeloupe Bedroom
The bedroom door loomed ahead. Music thumped faintly from the pool party outside. My head swirled from too much punch, legs wobbly. But it wasn’t just the rum. Myriam’s words echoed: ‘Tonight or never.’ Heart hammered in my chest. What was I doing? Julien danced with that black beauty she’d shoved at him. Jealousy stung,…