First of all, I'm writing this because it's a great outlet for me to express my feelings for interracial sex. I was thrilled to find your site whilst doing some searching, and I hope that the people who read my post will enjoy it too.
My very first interracial experience was with a great gentleman 3 years ago. I was still married to my ex-husband at the time, and we were both cheating on each other. Our marriage had been broken for years and we were more like friends rather than a couple. We would still do family (a daughter) and social events together, but we were sleeping in seperate rooms and basically were staying together until we felt the timing was right to get a divorce.
During that time period of about 3 years, I had sex with 5 different men. Some I knew from work, social and other ties. The others I had met at clubs. Three were white guys about my age, one was a cute White (Italian) college student, and the last was an African American gentleman named Herb who was my age. Needless to say, my journey into the Black Kingdom began there.
Ironically, it was my ex who first introduced me to Herb. They attended the same college together and stayed in touch several years after that. My ex had not seen or spoken to Herb for several years until that fateful night. Our daughter was attending an orientation at a boarding school, and while we were waiting for her last session to finish, my ex bumped into Herb (who was there coaching a basketball team) and we were introduced to each other.
You see, I've always had a fascination with Black men. I grew up watching all kinds of sports with my three brothers, and I always noticed the Black men on the court or on the field. They were like Gods to my brothers, but to me, . . . well, I just wondered why they were always the more dominant players, always the ones who got all the attention.
As I got older - in my teens and early twenties - I also noticed that Black men were said to be dominant in another field - Sex. I would hear all that big dick talk from my girlfriends who had gone black. At the time, I wasn't too interested since I had been happily married for several years, and my ex was building us a great financial future. I thought of my unmarried - and in the case of one, married - friends as silly and immature. "Get on with your lives", I would say. "There are more important things." But still, in the back of my mind I would think, "Is it really true, or is it a myth? How can they possibly be getting screwed by these men with supposed 9 inch cocks, while I was at home trying to make a baby with my husband and his 4 inch dick. Don't get me wrong - our sex was really good in the beginning - but as our relationship failed, so did the physical aspect.
Little by little, I started to look at more magazines that featured Black men in them, watch more movies with Black men starring in them, and watch more sports featuring Black men. It started to take a hold of me, and I haven't even physically been with a black man yet. . . . This would all lead to my first interracial sex experience, an all week long sex-fest in Jamaica and my addiction. . .
Next week - Herb