The Naughty Sins Of A Saint (23 page)

You have to have balance. There are times in our lives when we’re extremely busy, but you have to make time for lovemaking. It’s the glue that keeps you bonded to your soulmate. I’m not talking only about intercourse. I’m talking about real intimacy, romance, and communication. Sex drives us, so we have to keep it in check. Women are to receive our cum. We give it. It’s a present, but you have to be a responsible gift giver, Fellas.”

Saint stood on the stage, dressed in a black form-fitting button down shirt exposing his collar bone and black pants perfectly tailored for him. He lectured to a packed house full of captive men who were hanging onto his every word. Xenia watched in amazement as the man she had just shared a bed with, whom so lovingly caressed her skin, spoke in a way that made her blush. Despite their own rough sex play, it was hard for her to believe that this bold public speaker was the same man, but at the same time, he was still quite familiar. He never hid his life or beliefs from her. She understood now the full depth of his personality. Saint was a sexologist and an activist for interracial relationships. She was right about him from day one. He was intelligent and crazy and kind – and sexy as hell.

“You have to be responsible with your cum. Cum has its own life force, and I’m not talking just about sperm. When you cum inside your woman, you claim her as yours. This is another reason why I urge you all to not cum inside a woman you’re not committed to. We’re doing that as men far too often, taking the baby-making part out of it. It’s a spiritual bond between you and your lover. Some of us are so damn immature that we think it’s funny to bust off in some chick we don’t give two shits about. We tell our friends about our wild night with some random ho and how we cream pied her, like it’s great. No, you fucked up! You’re now forever tied to her, baby or not. She has your damn DNA inside her – the code to who you are. She has your key! Imagine giving some random chick the key to your pad. You wouldn’t do that, not to someone you don’t care about or trust. That’s exactly what you do when you bust off in some woman you don’t see yourself being with for a long time. Don’t take this lightly. You think all semen just disappears. Yes, she loses it after a while. It comes out when she goes to piss afterwards, and gravity takes some. Some of it flows up inside her like it’s supposed to, some of it dies off and sheds later. Once it’s in her body, her chemistry changes. She now knows you. You’ve imprinted. Your jizz has rewired her ass. Men are designed to claim a woman. That’s what we do. But once you claim her by cumming in her, be responsible.”

Xenia
looked at the television screen intensely. She was completely mesmerized. She had watched select video clips of him speaking before she interviewed him, online but this were different.

“The Black woman has the oldest DNA. I’ve said this countless times, but it bears repeating. She’s the oldest woman on the Earth, physically and spiritually, and she’s the mother of every motherfucker in here. The spiritual connection and cleansing you can have with your future Black mate, Gentlemen, is unbelievable. Most of you have already dated Black women, and the rest of you want to. Why do you think so many white men who cross that road come right back? Did you know that in my practice, over seventy-two percent of my white male clients who engage with prostitutes and the like ask for African-American women? Part of that’s fetishism, which I’ll discuss during another conference, but the record demonstrates that it’s happening among actual patients. It’s like cocaine – once you try it, it’s hard to leave it alone, even if your family and friends are pressuring you to not date interracially. It’s OK for white men to date Asian women, even Latina women, right? But when it comes to a sista, we get all kinds of hell. That relationship is a threat to society. When a white man and a Black woman, a Latin man and a Black woman, an Asian man and a Black woman, and all the other combinations we can come up with get together, it’s very powerful. It’s different than same-race unions because you’re combining two different ethnic backgrounds and forming a new one whether you procreate with her or not. If you have sex with her, some of you is in her, and will always be. That’s why I started with the cum discussion first.”

Xenia
felt herself being pulled into the television. Her heart rate accelerated as she watched her husband speak so passionately about what he believed.

“I’ve dedicated my life now, to being able to share this information with you. You may ask, then, if the Black woman is so wonderful, then that means her man is as well. Why would she want to stoop to the level of mixing DNA with someone other than her, from a biological standpoint. The answer is simple: she’s still a woman. She wants to be treated like any other woman. Her DNA with a Black man is the strongest, but it isn’t the most likely to survive because of the lack of nurture, Gentlemen. Historically, the father of her children, the owner of that cum, has left her. He has not nurtured her or their offspring. And she needs to be taken care of. We can take care of her. It’s an even trade-off. We can love her. We can be good to her. She can know that whatever happens, we’re there for her. That’s why this is the prime opportunity, Fellas, to get your Black ‘queen.’ Never before now was it so easy. When I first realized I was attracted to Black women, it was a lot less socially acceptable. I saw plenty of Black guys with white ladies. But I didn’t see a lot of Black women with non-Black men when I was little, even in a city as diverse as New York. Over the years, though, that quickly changed, and what I preferred became something that no longer had to be hidden, but the ramifications from disapprovers are still alarming. I never understood my strong desire and attraction towards Black women when I was in my early teens. I thought it was strictly physical, but it was more than that. I wanted what she had. She had something I felt I couldn’t live without. To me, she was the top of the line. I’ve always liked nice things, and apparently my desire for the type of woman I wanted was no different.

You may ask then, why do so many Black male athletes choose white women when they become successful if the Black woman is the top of the line. I’ll tell you why. There are two reasons. First of all, some people want what they could never previously have and what society tells them is the top of the line. Let’s say you like Porsches, but you’re told the Fiesta or Focus is the best car out there, bar none, and that all the ladies want a dude who has one. Fiesta and Focus sales would hit the roof if this was somehow convincing, and Porsche sales would plummet. The second reason is a lack of appreciation. Once someone grows up with riches, they see it day in and day out, they lose touch with the gift before them. They take it for granted. Black people are statistically the most impoverished in our country, yet they have the most spending wealth. What does that mean? They’re the most powerful consumer. Their spending dollar is dominant, and they have the Black woman – the oldest womb on the planet. These people, Black people, don’t understand their power as a whole. If for one day, one day only, they stopped buying anything, our economy would crash. They still aren’t a majority of the population, yet their financial power is significant. They don’t know it. It’s not because they’re stupid. It’s because they’re stuck in survival mode, and when you’re stuck in survival mode, you don’t take the time to make a well-mapped plan. You just run around and around, trying to survive the next twenty-four hours the best you can.”

Xenia
was glued to her seat so much that she didn’t hear Saint come back home and walk through the front door. He stood in the foyer with his hands in his pockets as he watched her watching him on television. He smirked as minutes passed with her still being none the wiser.

“Black women are loyal. Their loyalty will be your worst enemy until it’s turned onto you. Once you get that transferred to you instead, be prepared for one of the most fulfilling relationships of your life. They still refuse to leave their Black male counterpart regardless of how he treats her. She’s down for the cause at the expense of her own well-being and happiness. How do we turn this around, Gentlemen? We have to demonstrate and prove. Stop being so damn shy. Yes, you could be rejected, but you’re rejected by women of your own races as well, and that never stops you completely. Black women are intimidating. I get told that a lot. Yeah, they can be. We haven’t earned the pedestal she put the Black man on. We didn’t go through slavery with her. We didn’t go through the civil rights movement with her. The Black man earned that spot, so there is no need for you to try to convince her otherwise. We have to deal with the here and now. Right now, she’s enslaved by her own partner. She’s abused and neglected by her own partner. Lucky for you, some of them are starting to see that. Even the ones racing around screaming ‘Black love’ and ‘only chocolate thunder for me’ know the gig is almost up, and it’s a bunch of shit. She’s going to be alone if she keeps this up, and she’s realizing that slowly but surely. You have to approach her because deep down, she does want a good man even if he isn’t the same color as her. We have to be persistent. We can’t let racism stop us. We can’t let disapproving families and friends stop us. We have to go after what we like, what we want, and what we need. Go ahead and fight for your future little half-breed offspring! I’m a half-breed and damn happy about it.”

The audience laughed.

“I’m not politically correct, and never professed to be,” Saint said as he crossed the stage. “Take care of them. They have power in their DNA and your love and fortitude. My book, ‘Black Pussy,’ isn’t about sex. It’s about connecting to that from which you came. You’re drawn to her because of her dark skin; her full, juicy lips; those baby-making hips; and that unbelievable ass, but it’s so much deeper than that for most of us. We just didn’t know how to articulate it until now. We just wanna go home, and she, the Black woman, is our residence. You’re just homesick.”

Applause exploded from the crowd.

“Whew!” Xenia said as she sat back onto the couch. “Wow!”

“Wow good, or wow bad?” Saint asked as he walked up to her. Xenia turned around, surprised. Her eyes grew as she sat up.

“I’m sorry, Saint. I was just curious and it was sitting right there by the…”

He held his hand up, “That’s OK, Baby. You wanted to see what I do. I understand.” He sat next to her and gently kissed her lips. She felt herself becoming aroused. She wanted to drag him onto the floor but fought the urge.

“I forgot my gym bag, so after my interview, I had to come back here. The gym is right downstairs on the second floor. I’m going to change clothes and work out for about forty-five minutes. Is that OK?” he asked as he kissed her again.

“That’s fine, Honey,” Xenia said, looking up at him dreamily.

“OK, go ahead and finish watching, I suppose. I’m going to grab my bag and make a quick phone call.” He smiled as he got up and walked into the bedroom. Xenia finished watching the DVD. She thought about what she had seen, then rose and went to Saint’s bookshelf. There she perused his books, flipping through several that he had written. On the right side of the bookshelf were five DVDs with plain black covers. Once again, Xenia’s curiosity was piqued. She slid the DVD into the player and gasped.

“So you teach them this too, huh?” Saint was standing off to the side, at what appeared to be a gym. He had two nude models with him, an attractive white man in his mid-twenties and a beautiful Black woman of the same age. Saint stood back and explained the techniques he had taught for lovemaking. Xenia listened carefully.

“You want to vary your movements, like this. Don’t stay in the same spot too long. Lift your hips up in the air, then come down and twist every time you re-enter her. Do the same on the other side, left to right, left to right, then reverse until the movements become natural. Don’t hit the same area over and over, hit all her walls and mix it up. Vary your speed too. You see how he’s hovering over her, then moving down? You don’t want to put all of your weight on her for too long and you don’t want to be so far away, that your penis keeps slipping out. This should last approximately ten to fifteen minutes. Move your pelvis upward, hitting her clitoris. If you don’t make upward movements, her clitoris won’t be stimulated during intercourse, and she can’t cum as well. The goal is to give her a vaginal and clitoral orgasm all at once. Vaginal orgasms are usually not as intense. It’s the clitoral ones you want, so if you can get them both to happen at the same time during intercourse, you’ve made it. You have to brush up against her clit over and over. Don’t bang it, just brush up with each thrust. You’ll find, especially if you aren’t in shape, that you’ll get winded quickly doing this. That’s another reason why it’s important to stay in shape – it makes your sex life a hell of a lot better. You don’t want to get worn out. It should be enjoyable for both of you, and this technique is almost foolproof to give her an orgasm.” Xenia stood there and clenched her thighs. “Always be in motion. That in and out, in and out is fine, but you need to vary it. Don’t do it for too long.”

“Yup, that’s what he does to me every time,” Xenia giggled. She slumped back down on the couch. Saint came out and said “goodbye” as he walked out the front door. She immediately grabbed her cell phone and dialed.

“You have no idea who I married,” Xenia said to her friend, Stacy.

“And what’s that supposed to mean? Is he a killa?” Stacy asked.

“No, but he’s like the Malcolm X, Dr. Oz, Dr. Drew, and Hugh Hefner of sex and interracial dating all rolled into one person. He’s very important, more so than I even thought. I’m with him because of what he’s been for me personally, but his professional life is a new world for me.”

“I see. I thought he was like a speaker, right?” Stacy asked.