My Sexual Awakening: Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant & Derrick Rose. I could have been one of them

This is the introductory erotic short story which spearheads my latest Toxic People social commentary. The essay is about how do you assess what is true, and what kind of evidence is need, the social, religious, economic mindset and state of the accuser and the accused. Law enforcement and medical procedures, and what real victims of rape should do to preserve evidence of their claims to help get justice for their traumatic and vile violation of their sovereignty. Also what kind of precautions those accused of committing rape should look for, situational awareness when dealing with groupies, jilted lovers etc. In many cases in which alleged victim do not come forth there is an alarming trend of revenge, vigilante retaliations based only on the accusers words without a shred of evidence dispense covertly all because of religious beliefs, guilt and shame of unfaithfulness of the rape accuser towards their victims.    
     
I remember when I was eighteen years old my friend Dj Scratch (now known as Flip Mode Squad Dj Scratchator and I Dj Mixamus) DJ’d at a homecoming party at Mount Saint Mary College in Newburgh, New York. Mount Saint Mary College is a private Catholic college located at 330 Powell Avenue in Newburgh, New York. It was founded in 1959 by the Dominican Sisters. The campus overlooks the Hudson River, halfway between New York City and Albany (an hour and forty minutes drive from Brooklyn). That night I met this beautiful lady baller who played small forward on the basketball team. For two and half weeks we conversed on the phone every single day. Sometimes we spoke upwards of four to six hours conversing about life, relationships, basketball and everything in between. On the third weekend my homey and I drove up to the college to spend some time with our perspective interests. Samantha a Jamaican was very beautiful, intelligent, and had a great personality. We spend our time together watching television joking around and talking. I was also giving her some sound advice on how to cure her smelly feet, by washing them regularly and using baby powder to keep them dry. Samantha and I had crazy chemistry. We were into each other and grew close in a very short time. Everything clicked between us, from our interesting conversations to the physical attractiveness and genuine fondness for one another.    
     
As the night progressed we began kissing and petting passionately. I was amazed at how beautiful she was. This pretty brown skin island girl had all the making of wifey material. It was not before long that Samantha was in her bed with nothing on but her white laced panty and I with my jeans on. I was kissing and licking all over her sweet thick frame. It was as if she felt relieved that she had found someone who was not afraid of showing her real emotions and wanted to pleasure her in ways she had never dreamed of being pleasured. Once I started kissing her lips softly, pulling them gently, tasting the insides and kissing the sides of her mouth it made her drool and horny. I felt she realized she had someone special. Samantha had the most incredible body, she was the blueprint for Nicki Minaj thick sexy ass frame. She was everything I liked mentally and physically. As she sat upright with her legs spread wide open, I was sitting behind her planting sweet kisses on the back of her neck, shoulders and upper back. Samantha playing with her big beautiful breast started moaning as I pulled her panty to the side and rubbing on her clitoris. Inserting two fingers inside of her she started screaming in ecstasy. Her pussy lips felt huge and thick. Her clitoris was also huge and felt wonderful underneath my finger tips. She was wet and dripping all over my hand. I retracted my two fingers and shoved them in her mouth. she held my hands at the wrist and sucked her sweet juices off them. Next I grabbed her head turning her neck around and kissed her mouth, sucking on her moist lips.    
     
The room began to heat up and I felt her longing for something she had never had before. The allure of her bald sweet smelling pussy was simply too hard to resist. I laid my catty on her back spending ample time loving and teasing her big dark brown nipples and putting passion marks all over her voluptuous tits. I loved the smell of her skin. She smelt like I was in the middle of Saint Georges Grenada Market Square, spice market. I was feeling intoxicated by sweet aromatic flavors of peppercorn, cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla, chili pepper, saffron, bayleaf, and cocoa. Licking pass her belly button the scent became even more alluring. Samantha heaved upright grabbing my face, closing he legs and staring me in the eyes as if she was frightened. I kissed her softly and whispered in her ear “it’s ok baby relax let me do for you what no one else had ever done before.” she became relaxed laying down while I kissed, licked and sucked on her hips, the sides of her butt and in-between her thighs. Tasting her pussy lips was delightful, they were so dark with reddish undertones, and the dramatic contrast of color as I used my tongue to open her up was a sight I had not witness for a very long time after that night. It reminded me of chocolate and cherry neapolitan ice cream. Sucking and pulling gently on her lips was quite fun as Samantha moaned and screamed in passion and pleasure. But what was one of the best things that night was when I spent most of my time with my mouth and tongue on her larger than life clitoris. I wish all women were born with a clitoris like Samantha’s. After having a series of back to back orgasms, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants in what seemed as if she completed all three actions simultaneously. Pulling my pants and underwear down just pass my butt as I hover in the air kissing her delicious mouth while she held me firmly as if she was wielding a billy club, and inserted me inside her.    
     
The sex lasted a few minutes. I was whining and stroking her fat punnany while she hugged me from underneath my arms, her hands caressing my shoulders. Her mouth warm and moist screaming with passion, kissing on my lips and neck. Suddenly after she climaxed she asked me to stop which I immediately did. Samantha then asked me if I came, actually her exact words were, “was there any fluid from you inside of me?” I said no I did not cum. I became concerned and scared as she started sobbing. I asked her what was wrong. The words out of her mouth were “I shouldn’t be doing this.” I asked why, I’m feeling you and your feeling me, what is the problem. At this point Samantha confess to me that she had a boyfriend in Jamaica and she felt guilty about what had just transpired between her and I. I was trying my darnedest to console her because it was as if one of my worst fears was about to come true. She was after all attending a Catholic College on a basketball scholarship with a boyfriend in Jamaica whom she had promised to be faithful to. The fear I felt as she was crying uncontrollably made me anxious and very uncomfortable. My homey had arrived and was honking his car horn for what seemed to be about between ten to fifteen minutes. He dial her room a few times and I was trying to explain to him that the chick went into a guilty crying tirade over a two minute fuck snippet. I was thinking to myself why the fuck she didn’t say stop while I was namming out her pum pum for what seemed like upwards of twenty minutes or more. Finally I told her look I have to go my homey is waiting for me, I will call you later to discuss what the heck just happened.    
     
As I was exiting her dorm room she handed me a white King James pocket bible which I thought was kind of strange that she would do such a thing. I raced down the stairs with the pocket bible in hand, waved good night to the security guard on duty and headed out the door. My homey was visibly upset that it took me so long to come downstairs because he need to get some sleep before heading to work early in the morning. I explained to him what the fuck just happened. He on the other hand had much better luck than I. The young lady he went to see had him smiling as we exchange stories about our visit. Weeks went by Samantha and I continued to converse via the telephone and spoked about seeing each other again, but I was still in shock and fearful and did not make another effort to visit her.    
   
When I read stories of women accusing men of rape often times when those accusations are false and the accused are convicted when no evidence of physical forced trauma is found, it makes me think I dodge a bullet that night. I feel a great deal of sorrow and sympathy for the countless number of high school, college, and professional athletes. Musicians, movie stars, and wealthy individuals who have been falsely accused and convicted of rape when the evidence suggests that the sex was indeed consensual should make any person paranoid and want to video tape their sexual experiences. Engaging in one night stands, having a chick on the side, or just dating someone to have fun with can bring dire consequences when money, hurt feelings, regret, shame, pressure and guilt is involved. Because in those situations what it basically boils down to is when there is no blunt traumatic evidence just the presence of semen if unprotected sex was practiced and even if a condom was used and left laying around there is a great chance that the accused will be convicted of rape.    
     
It comes down to the word of two individuals and in most cases juries mostly will side with women on this sensitive subject and find the defendant guilty without having no physical traumatic evidence other than the act of having engaged in sexual intercourse. In my instance Samantha did not accuse me of rape. And I am pretty sure she went to confession to ask forgiveness for her sex sinning that night. I had not have to experience the ordeal that many men have gone through, and I consider myself extremely fortunate.    
     
Rape is defined as forcible penetration, whether oral, anal or vaginal using a sexual organ or object without consent of the victim. Mutilation of sex organs or ritual abuse may also be considered rape. Sexual assault, on the other hand, refers to any unwanted sexual contact, including fondling and molestation; in actuality, it includes a broad spectrum of various types of sexual molestation. Funny thing though, in nineteen ninety eight at the onset of my psychological torture and targeting, one of my sisters handed me a white King James pocket bible while sitting in a chair staring me down for what seemed like an eternity. I had no idea why until I started to piece things together as why certain things were covertly happening to me.    
     
Mike Tyson got a raw deal. When religion and overly religious parents plays an important role with these kind of accusations if the person accused is a celebrity or is financially well off. Kobe Bryant also got a raw deal, same as tyson except Kobe did not do any prison time.    
Derrick Rose based solely on the evidence and the correspondence between him and the alleged victim will be interesting to see how this play out. I would also like to point out the three Duke University Lacrosse Players Reade Seligmann, Collin Finnerty And Dave Evans, who were accused of raping Crystal Magnum. All three men were exonerated by North Carolina Attorney General Roy cooper citing that there was no real evidence to prove the three young men were guilty of the crime they were accused of. What is considered acceptable evidence and what is not.