Modern Marrriate 167It's hubbie's birthday, so on this day, he get to watch. Most times he only gets to hear about it after BF leaves, but in the flesh - so much more powerful. Hope he can last.
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Bargain with the DevilShe's about to get her monstrous black cock, real flesh sliding into her flesh, real blood pounding hard in it, and real cum ready to cover her inside and out. So the Devil gets her soul --- he can wait and might turn out to be a big black devil! As for kicking her husband in the balls --- the devil will make her do it!
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Seeking the Fastest Path To GloryIs this white slut up front with what she wants, or what? It's not "what," it's white slut flesh offered to serve the black man at his pleasure and at the time of his choosing. Have dress, will fuck!
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Accessories for Every Married White Black Cock LoverNot content to give black men her bare ass naked body, this married black cock whore has acquired every accessory. Wanta bet her black lovers still really care about her gorgeous fuck holes and sweet, soft flesh?
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Focused Feeling for Black Flesh in Fuck HolesSkin tight clothing has the great virtue that wherever you wear it you won't feel much against your skin. A sort of tactile denial that helps keep my attention focused on black skin of a cock, or some iron-heavy balls in their sack, or a round ass, against my mouth, lips, pussy, or asshole. When you've got a black prize you've got to make the best of it --- focus, suck, fuck, take it.
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Being the Center of the UniverseI was still in the center of the bed all night while big black balls orbited around me, shooting meteors of cum onto my surfaces, plowing probes of hard dark flesh into my holes. I felt like the center of the universe, honored, used, and encircled beyond my control, spinning on an axis I could not see. Again tonight? Ohhh, Yesss! Into a black cock hole in space!
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Don't Make Me BegI'm very wet thinking of hung black men, their cocks, their balls, their parted ass cheeks, and their superior attitudes toward a white married slut who worships them. It will be so easy to slide into me. I'm just tight enough to drive you to thrust hard and just soft enough for your hands to sink into my flesh and your cock to work a hundred angles in and out.
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A Boob for the White BoobieCeleste's husband is a white wimp, a wart on the world, a boob. He's gotten totally used to Celeste fucking only black men, never him, and damn near any black man whose even OK looking. They just gotta have those big, wagging cocks that shine with her saliva and hold up those swinging balls that drop into her mouth. For him, it's jerking off to the white flesh she flashes him and a whole lot more to the sight of black man flesh all over her. Ya gotta love it!
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FUCK ME LIKE THE WHORE THAT I AMBlack skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh. There's only one patch of skin on a white man's body that remotely compares to nearly every inch of a black man's skin. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a luxury I shouldn't be able to afford. I craved it more strongly than Carrie Bradshaw craved Manolo Blahnik shoes. That phrase, "Once you go black, you never go back" is all about the feeling of the skin.
And I had the socially acceptable explanation for my craving. I used that paucity-of-available-white-partners rationale to explain my relationships with black men for several years. A white woman past forty is often passed over by her white-male contemporaries. She goes younger or ethnic or foreign-born or down the socioeconomic scale or darker or she spends lonely nights at home with her cats. Black men are happy to get the babe they couldn't have when she was twentysomething and fertile. The laws of the marketplace do prevail. It's not me, it's themthem being the white guys who weren't after me anymore, or so I claimed.
That's a lie. The truth is, I attract about the same percentage of available white men my age (and far younger!) now as I did when I was thirtyand that's not including the unavailable white men who want to play around anyway.
Enough white men want me that I was hardly facing enforced celibacy, but I don't want them.
I want black men. They want me. We look at one another and exchange a visible frisson of sexual energy in the lingering glances. And our attraction is based first on race. We are not those couples who "happen to fall in love" with someone of a different race or more purposefully come together but out of some greater sense of interracial understanding and respect. Not as politically-correct men and women do we seek one another out. The Internet has made it a lot easier for us to find each other now. Men advertise: ebony seeks ivory. Women write: seeking tall, dark, and handsome. Very dark. We are not the same people who say: Race is not important. It is important to us. We have race-specific desires.
Even in a time when nearly 40 percent of single Americans have dated outside their race, that deliberate seeking of the specific other makes some people, especially black women, damned mad.
We are what they denigrate and castigate: white women and black men who choose one another because of our racial differences. They resent our taking their men. Black men are two and a half times more likely to marry a white woman than a black woman is to marry a white man. Black women can point to that statistic in justifying their wrath. But in truth, black sisters, we're after the sex, not the ringand these guys aren't the marrying kind anyway.
Yes, the sex!
The woman who goes after black men is a variant of sex journalist Susie Bright's "white bitch in heat," a woman who puts sex first even though women aren't supposed to do that. According to one school of thought, white women turn to black men when their sex drives kick into higher gear and their social inhibitions recede into the rearview mirror. It's a "yes, baby, now I'm ready for you" reaction.
When we get to the "yes, baby" place, they know it, and they are ready and waiting for us. Black men have more energy, style and edge than white men. They know how to flirt, a nearly lost art among the rest of us. A black man is so damned sexy because he knows how to make a woman feel sexy.
Black men have something white guys don't have anymore: confidence in their masculinity, their sexuality. They clearly know they're men. White men appear to be waiting for the latest sociological research study to let them know if they are men or not. Yet black men are gentlemen, something else white men no longer are. They make me feel like a woman, both respected and desired. I can let go of my inhibitions, my need to control, when I am with them. How many white men can treat a woman like a lady and ravish her too?
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wb20505She's fascinated by the look of that BBC. Her mouth waters at the sight and her pussy starts to moisten and to get hot. Just show it and you've got her blood concentrating in all the right places to ignite her flesh.
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