Edge of Darkness-Part II

Mick and Glynnis used to joke about who was more perverted. He would win every time,only because basically he was honest. And truthfully a very happy fellow. Glynnis held sexual desires-true desires-to herself. She would fantasize-especially about her boss at work. A six- foot one, black man with astonishing looks-and a bulge that would always distract her, no matter how hard she looked away. Kind of like the truths that she hid away. Could not look away from that gorgeous bulge of truth-no matter how hard she wanted to deny it. She had to find a way to try it. Now she figured she had the perfect reason.
She knew her husband and Mick were going to pick her up one night. So when she got off work a 7:00, she knew it would take her boss at least 30 minutes before he would (or could) leave. So what she did-even amazed her.
She had already gotten dress with "extra" tight pants and tight shirt. She old her husband she would be working late-about an hour and not to pick her up till 8:00. If this plan in her evil mind worked-would she be getting back at the old man, and hopefully get Mick as well. I mean: she could not reveal that over all the years she had had a huge desire for Mick could she? Who knows. But she wanted that boss of hers so bad she could that man-but not for the reasons she had seen.
She had gotten into interracial porn for a while, and had read, how soooooo many women, were getting a hold of the "Cuckhold" life style, and it involved making love to black men, some called themselves bulls, and demanded complete submission from a white woman, as well as her husband. She was to be forthright, not sneaky, but bold about her needs and what she wanted to her husband. They would have no trouble saying"I will be going out with a man named Howard. We will meet up with you at such and such motel after he takes me out shopping..." and they would (the white man, the woman, and the Bull) make up different role playing and situations. Honestly she thought it looked like a gas-but Glynnis just could not be honest with her real feelings.
Or could it possibly be:would not?
See a half intelligent man surely knows if a woman can lie to her husband-she will have no trouble-no matter what-lying to just about anyone else.
And these women-seemed in love with their Black lovers-you guessed it-watching their husbands watch them fuck the living daylights out of each other-telling their husbands they could not give them that kind of satisfaction-no matter if their husband's had a bigger dick. But did she want to hurt her husband's feelings, not thinking what it could do to him if her evil plan is carried out like she wants. Everything about the black man-seemed-more superior. The way they were such gentlemen yet could turn into fucking machines at the drop of a had. Maybe it starts more affectionate-than ends with the Bull's cum over everybody including the husbands'.
Bulls may demand the husband to suck his cock out of matters of submission:not homosexuality-which is just a label anyway.
Most of us have been attracted to the same sex before. For whatever reason-we have. Glynnis had.
Glynnis got a major ego boost if a beautiful woman thought her appealing. Again, feelings don't have to be expressed. But if it took the attention off the old man and on to her: What the hell!
Right?
The thing about the interracial/cuckholding experience-is the people involved-did not hide anything. Maybe in role playing they did not express their real feelings at the time but they were trying to stay maybe in their role and not blow it. That is why the people involved encourage you to talk about it anyway. The most liberating factor about it many said, is that in spite of the real emotions, there was an amazing feeling of liberation, of confidence, like seeing stars for the first time after sailing in the sea for many a night under stormy weather having the joy of being "yourselves' without worrying about being judged-misunderstood-exposed. Sometimes-the closest people to us, have to be like FBI agents with some very deep and intricate things. Maybe their loved one was not nice, always avoided it the conversation. Maybe had bad habits, like an out of control ******* habit, which is thought to be an excellent reason to avoid truths. Or blamed it on their gall stones, or never gave them a reason one that they could be honest without the risk of losing them or losing control in some way themselves. Some may not know a good thing if it sat on their face and sang "I want to fuck you like an *******"in their ear.
But again, it starts with truth and honesty. The only way trust can truly be given and received. One cannot be without the other if trust is really to be. Period.
Glynnis just could not figure that out.
For one thing false humility does not reveal true submission. Only that one is a great bullshitter. Glynnis was good at baffling people with bullshit in the guise of humor. But it all-all the layers and all the walls we put up-come tumbling down eventually.
Then what is one to do?
She was ready to do this-regardless of everything she had read and experienced. Apparently it was not enough.
The mind is more powerful than many know. Some understand that. Glynnis did not bother to respect that-and eventually was led into a world of-
Is it real or is it memorex?
In time she would find out.
This experience would reveal it. But could she handle: the one thing men pay out great money, power, and time to subdue.
The truth?
 
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