
07-09-2010, 05:19 PM
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Join Date: May 2010
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The Seed Has Been Planted
I'm Dina, weepee's wife. I'd like to share some insight for you guys; first by example. While hubby was away on a business trip, a new girlfriend of mine and me took overnight trip to Vegas. She seemed a bit reserved so I told her nothing of my swinging lifestyle or infatuation and lust for Black men. We went to one of the clubs where I was asked to dance by a tall, dark and extremely handsome gentleman. The music was slow so we snuggled close. He then asked Kelly to dance. When they were done, he went to the bar and she sat back down. She was fanning herself with her hand and she leaned toward me and enthusiastically said "Could you feel his penis against you when you were dancing, my God! He must be huge! Maybe it's true...you know." I smiled and said, "yes I do know". She looked a bit stunned and said, "You've slept with a Black guy?" Without going into detail, I told her I had. She said she'd always wondered what it would be like but didn't think she could go there. We changed subjects as he returned and joined us. I went to play the slots (my second passion) and when I returned they were nowhere to be found. So I went up to our room to refresh, opened the door and there she was on her knees worshiping his beautiful manhood. I excused myself and went back downstairs to give them some time. When I returned he was gone and she was giddy with excitement. She began telling me all about it (as if I didn't already know). All the bits and pieces she said are true. To paraphrase her as she was rambling so fast I could never get it verbatim, she said: she just had to see "it" to satisfy her curiosity, upon seeing it she just had to touch it, upon touching it, she had to have it. She thought it was magnificent -- she found the size and color intoxicating and the anticipation unbearable. (I could relate because all of this is how I felt the first time I saw a Black cock which I posted for all of you in the "interracial story" section). She said she never wanted to be fucked so badly in her life, almost as if she would have a panic attack if he denied her. She said she loved how he was cut differently than white men at his hips, how she felt totally submissive, totally like a woman. How the size of him was much larger than any guy she'd been with and how it filled her differently reaching places no others had been. How unlike her previous lovers who just grabbed her by the shoulders and pumped in and out, he could move his hips almost independently from the rest of his body causing fantastic rhythm and of course the intensity and frequency of her orgasms. So here it is: EVERY white woman has been told that Black men in general are larger which is now taken as fact – no longer just myth. But either way, every woman has that seed planted in her head. This sparks curiosity. If it ever gets to a point where we actually see a Black penis in person we are overtaken by its power, this I have heard and witnessed time and time again. Even if we don’t act upon it immediately, we will eventually as the thought and desire will gnaw at us until satisfied. When we do act upon it, the size, technique, masculine pheromones, and pure dominant power that Black men possess engulfs us. We can no longer help or control ourselves. We can love a man who is white anyway (as I do), marry him anyway (as I did), have sex with him anyway, but there is absolutely no comparison, none, to sex with a Black man – my husband certainly knows that from seeing them and watching me. It’s instinct; when it comes to sex, just like every other species, we females seek out the Alpha males and they happen to be Black.
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