After work I always go on an evening jog through the park near my home, running calms my nerves and relaxes my mind. On this day I’m especially stressed and burned out, I see a man up ahead also jogging and instantly I feel my body respond. I watch his muscles move in a rhythm that matches the beating of my now lustful heart. I’m usually not attracted to white men but I don’t know what’s come over me, My mind begins to wonder and in a split second I trip over my own clumsy feet, I fall to my hands and knees. I let out a small gasp that somehow reaches his ears and he instinctively slows his pace and turns back to help me up. Now completely embarrassed I refuse to look up and meet his gaze, he extends his hand to help me up but I quickly pick myself up and brush the dirt off myself. “I’m Fine”, I mutter as I back away from this sexy stranger. I hesitantly look up and meet his concerned stare. I feel my body getting hotter, he smiles warmly at me and I swear to god I never even heard what he said next, my mind just instantly drifts off to scenes of our bodies wrapped tightly together, his fair light skin dramatically contrasting with my dark brown skin, us pleasuring each other’s bodies as if we’ve been lovers for years. “So….how about that coffee?” my sexy stranger asks me once again.